The photogrammetry in the German city of Braunschweig (Brunswick) isn’t particularly good, and this building - yes, the crumpled one upper centre - is no exception:
But to be fair, it wasn’t that much more aesthetically pleasing in real life.
It began, I was told, as an air raid shelter in World War 2 - the Germans preferred to build above-ground blockhouses rather than underground bunkers - but by the time I spent the summer of 1973 working in it, it had been converted to a printer’s warehouse.
The warehouse manager, the father of the friend who invited me over, lived in a flat behind the balcony you can vaguely make out sticking out of the wall facing us, and that’s where I stayed.
I remember leaning against the balcony railing watching my friend’s father panic that I might go over said railing, as he was under the impression that I had drunk more than I actually had - I’d added a little brandy to some water to kill the taste, but he may not have known that.
I was warned off drinking the water, but it was very hot. Years later I read that at the end of the war the Germans had dumped barrels of nerve gas into rivers to get rid of them, so possibly the brandy wasn’t all that helpful.
Still, fun times. I’m amazed that I could still find the building, even virtually, over fifty years later.