Write it down — or it will vanish.
(polish version at the bottom) The George Brown and Sons building in the heart of Leith, Edinburgh — a red-brick industrial relic embracing an old signal tower — once echoed with the clatter of engineers. They’ve now shifted northward to a larger site. When the drawbridge was still in use, ships could dock right outside the front doors, which opened directly onto the harbour. These days, moored office barges take their place — ex-military, elegantly refitted with wood interiors. You unlock the gangway with a key, lower it, and step inside a floating workplace. The grand blue gate was often flung open, and if you timed it right, you could pass through a gust of sparks spilling onto the street or glimpse cranes in motion, entangled steel cables swinging under the high ceiling. Light bulbs in protective cages dangled from above — so that even a flat pencil hurled from across the hall wouldn’t shatter the glass and plunge the room into darkness. But truly — I don’t know much a...
