The cranes at FMV

The robberies at FMV are soaking up the last rays of the sun – Industrial poetry in the twilight light
 Like steel giants against the blue twilight sky, the cranes stand, bathed in an electric glow of blue and orange. They stretch towards the sky, as if they still carry memories of a time when they carried burdens of steel and ship fragments.
 Beneath them rests the shipyard, a witness to countless days of work, to roaring machines and strong hands that shaped hulls against the horizon. Now silence reigns, interrupted only by the distant lights of the city that come on one by one.
 The last remnants of daylight creep along the horizon, coloring the evening landscape with a warm veil of gold. The cranes stand as monuments to an industrial heritage – strong, timeless, but also poetic in their encounter with the night.