It is a very small claustrophobic and cramped box for carrying people up and down. The first thing that strikes you after getting in is that the walls and the ceiling are covered with layers of very old dirt, which brings to your mind gloomy thoughts. After you venture inside and face the door, you will see a crate behind which there is a door made of iron, with a small oblong vertical pane of glass in the middle of it. Its pale yellowish colour and plenty of patches remaining after some of the oil paint has fallen off, place the scratched door among the things that need to be restored as quickly as possible.
When you look right, you will find another interesting object of admiration – the wall. It’s beautiful; however, you must have a rich imagination to see its beauty. It is made of a kind of grey chequered fabric, probably plywood, which used to shine but now it is unpleasantly matt. Somewhere in the middle of its height there is a small switch-board constructed of a rectangle piece of wood on which there is another similar one, made of iron and decorated with a few yellowish buttons.
At the back you will notice an old mirror which has definitely passed its best times, looking, with several brown spots, as if it was disfigured. The left wall is nothing special. It is much like the right one but without a switch-board. There’s though a tiny wall grill under the ceiling, which is decorated with a bulbless, rusty, glass-cover deprived ceiling-fitting. Another view which you will not be able to bear for more than a few seconds and, in order to relieve your eyes, you will look down to see another one, is the floor. Small, covered with worn-out linoleum of grey colour, changing into black here and there, unstable square plate, which gives an impression of floating in an invisible tiny pond.