Industrial estate, Provins, northern France

Heads burning again, car broke down, insurance has dropped me off  to pick up a rental. But its too early everything is closed, cold grey mist lays over everything. I have been abandoned in some sprawling deserted retail park that borders onto the arse of the town station.
This place reminds me of back home in the village, all broken and angry and forgotten, don't like to think about the village. An entire generation never given a chance.
I learnt yesterday that my father is dieing.
It's starting to rain, I'm being pulled in the bad direction.
I am a long way from home.