As with its colleague the Sein Huis B.11, the signaling box visited today was the victim of computerization. Commanding and protecting the
entrance and exit of a marshalling yard, it was the guarantor of the safety of trains running on the neighboring railway line.
But unlike the B.11, our cabin today was ravaged by local assholes. Or by the urbexers ? Who knows...
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