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So this is how this small one bed-room apartment, under the Central Station, looked like when it was in use.
Let's go take a look...
My name is Per Buur and I'm the Chief Inspector here at Copenhagen's Central Station.
This has been my job for the last 42 years.
There was a staircase here to the Central Station square from Reventlowsgade,
which was in such bad condition that we chose to restore it along with the rebuilding of the whole square.
This used to be an engine room with ventilation for the machines
It has happened that people have taken up space in our electricity room.
Typically someone forgot to lock the door and when we come back to fix something,
and then we find madrasses, newspapers etc...
But it's usually people who don't fit in, and it's not my impression that these were like that...
The entrance was here.
The pictures were here. Microwave oven, radio, hot plates...
Anice small table and their collection of photographs.
It must have been those people who were living down there... But we don't know who they are.
But something tells me it could be this guy right here.
Because he keeps turning up, and some say it's the same guy as this one...
And we recognize him from around the station.
We've received some information that one of them is called Adam, and the other one Itso.
These names appeared in a documentary on DR2. And you can also find them on the walls here.
This is Itso, Track 12.
It's really beautiful this one.
In the other end they had their hammocks.
Hammocks made out of old post bags.
They were hanging here.
Something you couldn't do with a regular drlling machine.
So they've had the right tools.
I guess they've found these at some construction site.
But it's done correctly so they wouldn't fall out while sleeping.
In the quiet night they've been scratching names into the walls.
We see the small DSB tag.
And Adams and Itso.
So this is what the apartment consisted of.
It's kind of artistic. Like a happening.
And judging from the drawings they've had some kind of talent... Good or bad.
The photographs were stored in some boxes at the construction site. But they disappeared.
We can't tell whether they themselves came and picked them up.
Maybe people think this is outrageous, but to me it's just a great story.
Of course they haven't paid for electricity and the rent. But that's okay...
There's a point with us putting up these posters now.
We're telling about a place that used to be here. That couldn't be seen from the outside.
We tell the story about it, now when it's been torn down, when we have nothing to lose.
now it's been taken away, it doesn't exist anymore.
If you then say: Here used to be the house, where we have lived.
Where we have been listening to people's conversations in the street and looked out of our small window.
So if you know where the opportunities are in the city, what's behind the city...
It wouldn't have made sense if we had told this while the house was still there, because it was our secret...
That it was here and that we lived here.
But now we have nothing to lose.
But many then, people's curiousity for the rest of the city will increase...
We had his picture on the wall.
Framed.
The hotdog-guy, Connie...
Christiania is on the verge of extinction, i don't hope it'll happen...
And Ungdomshuset in Copenhagen as well...
And this is happening in almost all the major cities in Europe.
So I feel the only way to work, is to work in the hidden.
And tell people what they might find...
In a manhole in the city, or behind a fence, or under the ground...
Then the city might grow a little bit in people's consciousness...
Like a city in your mind.
Like a reclaim of curiousity, anyways.
Especially now when cities look more and more alike.
All places actually.
With shopping centers... and even architecture...