The display is orphaned. Except for the ground floor, all floors are cleared. A sparse deck of customers moves through the furniture store. Banking ribbons show the way. The escalator leads to even more lonely realms. All that has remained is an almost an inexhaustible pool of books. Theodor Fontane, Adalbert Stifter, a cultural history of the cats, a portrait about Gerhard Schröder, interesting facts about Spanish hunting dogs and forensic psychiatry – in the end they all change the owners by 20 cents.