... or how mother nature gets back what belongs to her.
A little interference of the eternal battle between mama nature and father concrete that she was about to win: The incredibly brittle hard wood parquet and the rest of the interior in similar condition have been eliminated by the percussive drill. Partly though, a nice and comfortably swing with a big sand shovel would also do the trick and send the small, semi-decayed pieces of wood flying through the air.
A little weird was the smell; Similar to entering a really good area for mushrooms in the perfect mushroom forest the odour upon entering the basement (after we extracted the wooden floor) disturbingly evoked a certain gusto for mushroom ragout with bread dumplings in a very subliminal way... Enough of that!