An early morning in Wenzhou, China. The rain overflows the streets. The humidity is as pressing as the tension of the involved parties. A red lampion with Chinese signs waves around and is probably the only thing in the area that can be called aesthetic.
In everyone’s focus: a warehouse. Nothing out of the ordinary. Blue corrugated iron and a garage door with a lock. Despite week-long observations, there are merely assumptions as to what is hiding behind the door.