I decide to go to the second floor of the facility. The stairs are destroyed and steps are missing. I cling to the handrail and struggle to start climbing. In this silence that surrounds me, the sound of my footsteps on the rubble scares me twice as much. I arrive inside a huge room. The walls and part of the roof have collapsed. Among the rubble sprout shoes, clothes, books. Between some wooden beams I glimpse a sheet, it looks like an old anatomical print of a human heart. I wonder what you are trying to tell me.