| Isao Kubota | ||||||
It certainly does not feel as if you are walking down the hallowed corridors of power. It’s more like a Spartan British public school that has fallen on hard times, with a gloomy grey stone and brick exterior and Stygian echoing corridors build around quadrangles. The floors are made of wooden blocks, some of which have worked loose over the years, so you have to watch your step. Off the corridors there are large rooms cluttered with desks littered with paper and people, their heads hunched as they scribble furiously.
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