Again north, now I follow my nose and instinct, I go where it looks interesting. When I get around I see that I’m at Dampremy / Marcinelle, where I was last Friday and Saturday. It is warm, little movement on the street, many houses are empty, a damp rotting smell comes towards me. A postman does her work, the graveyard is still there and I recognize my image from 1993. I take the bike again and go along the canal to Courcelles. I search for everything but I find nothing, eventually I eat my bread on a sports field between a row of houses. On the way back I look for other paths, I come to a park and think about Charleroi. An interesting city, but I can’t get my finger on it photographically ….
