Moving past the art cabinets, we emerged in one of the main rooms of Occupational Therapy.
With its windows overlooking an internal courtyard, and two-tier arrangement, this must
have been a bright and sunny room.
Now it was one of the most vandalized rooms I’d seen so far.
Everything was smashed, wiring hung from the ceiling, all the windows were open,
the floor was absolutely rotten and plants were starting to take over.