#squatting

#squatting

When Lind was finally found, he was screaming for help with a sword embedded in his chest, and he was bleeding profusely. His friend was horrified.

"This is a building of the people," the squatter Dominique, who had worked construction, told me, referring to its history as a public health agency and its suitability for heavy use. Hard floors swept clean. Banks of cabinets, their material a blond composite, lined the halls, which at rhythms of their own let onto rooms that had been government workers' offices."