10.20 h. Exactly
This remembers me at the moment, now 3 years ago when my father was no no longer able to live in the house that he built with nothing but his own hands and decided to spend his last two months at our house. He learned me how to build a house before he went completey blind. It was exactly 10 minutes to 14.00 h when he asked to stop the clock, knowing that this was a final goodbye. I must say that I really hate the kind of people that find it necessary to take clothes out of the wardrobe and then put them into a composition that represents "the true urbex-factor". I think this is disgusting. They must be ashamed.