On German land, during my recent tour, I was direct to a little prison, where I could abundantly find what I was looking for: small cells and barbed wire.
This is a small prison and far from city life, but vandalism hasn't been kept away even from this place. Inside rooms and corridors there was a strong feeling of desolation. Being alone the wind, my only companion, kept my mind busy with false alarms.
Minding not to be trapped by possible automatic doors, I could move easily from groundfloor to the first one, and the abundant vegetation around it. Summer made me fight with overgrown shrubs and stinging nettles.