Today I arrived at the office waaaaay too early, and i decided to try my luck and go to the balcony of a higher floor. As the access via the elevator is restricted through access cards, up the stairs i went.
As i was ascending, one floor after another, i was both counting floors and trying the doors. Locked, locked, locked… 9. Open. Yey. Locked, locked, locked, rooftop door – locked… So back down to 9th floor it is then :)
There is something special about high places, balconies, high points, mountains and so on. They give that feeling of freedom, of air, of detachment from the everyday fuss. And it is from there that one can see the big picture. In this case, it is the west side of Chisinau.
I am glad someone had forgotten to lock that door. Left the keys in the lock too.