;I stepped into the building and was taken-aback by the devastation. Everything was gone. Doors stood idly, their glass panels stripped. Windows had long gone. Where once a radio studio had stood, former occupants had decided that it would better serve as a toilet. Faeces covered the concrete floor. To the right, the front office was a scene of broken and twisted metal, an old table, covered with dust and debris but still in one piece, stood like a sentinel of better times long-gone. Propped up on the window-sill were two steel army helmets. Each was riddled by bullets. Hopefully, just target practice and not worn by combatants at the time.
