That place I've been looking for some water, because I spent all day out of home without any break time. At last, I could find out a short gap of time to scape from my duties as correct citizien and I got into the most hidden place that I could found in that street. I found out some stairs which go down till a wooden, worn, old and dark door. Without loosing more time, I went. When I was going to open the door, I had realized which that place had not any singboard. It's strange - I thought - It seems that they don't want to catch the pedestrian's attention. That goes against the main bussines logic of that time. I grabbed the knob. It was cold. I felt that nobody touched that knob on that day. It was quite small, small enought to cover it up with my hand without any problem. That thing helped me to take the decission of pushing in the door. And then... I did... Thank you so much!