On an anonymous road there is this strange place. Difficult to stop as the road is narrow, frequented, without possibility of parking. With a little effort, we finally reach. On the spot, a kind of occult mechanical garage. Some frail half-collapsed buildings served as a workshop to serve the customers of this occult auto-wreck. A separate space seemed dedicated to the sale of paint.

Many pots are there, spoiled by the years. Surrounded by vegetation, countless waste materials that were once part of an automobile form a disturbing landscape: in a state of permanent decomposition. At the bottom of the plot, a stream is equally soiled, revealing a burial of older garbage, contemporary to the operation of the site.