Old caravans, cardboard signs with colorful graffiti paintings, a fence made of pallets and here and there a random object such as a worn mannequin without legs. To the ignorant observer, it is a mixed bag of – to put it disrespectfully – old rubbish, right next to the BP gas station on the Cartesiusweg. But for Merel, who lives there with a group of people, it is “a paradise”. The squatted paradise will not last long.
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Squatter Merel realized her ideal ‘mini-society’ in the old car wash, but Carwash Gallery is coming to an end
