I am holding my breath on my theater sit... "The Block 65 ! This is the Block 65 !". I feel like yelling but luckily, I have a pop-corn trapped in my throat that saved me from all the potential troubles.
The wind whistles through the wide open windows, when it cease, you hear he ocean waves breaking on the concrete walls of the island. The silent piano seems to be listening as well.
Gunkanjima is an abandoned metropolis that is almost beyond your imagination. Despite a history that justifies its crazy evolution the reality is hard to believable; the Island, yet tiny , is a fabulous labyrinth of...
We got on the little boat. As soon as we left the coast, our driver shut down all the lights. Excitation is getting higher. And we can recognize Gunkanjima even in the total darkness.