Feces, blood and corpse juice: As a crime scene cleaner, Michael Friesinger has seen and smelled some horrible things. Encounter with someone who can no longer be upset.
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Johanna Feckl, Ebersberg
When Michael Friesinger puts the key in the lock of the trailer, he pauses for a moment. “Careful,” says the 45-year-old. “It’s going to smell pretty much like it right now if you keep your head clean.” He opens the door. Boards that used to be pieces of furniture are stacked a good meter high in the hold. Above that are a few more pieces – a table, a chair, a piece of what might once have been a chest of drawers. As in the computer game “Tetris”, everything is arranged perfectly, hardly a square centimeter was wasted when loading. It smells like wood. And cigarette smoke. Only after a few breaths does another smell creep up the nose. Sweet. But not pleasant, like a freshly opened bag of gummy bears. Rather bitingly sweet. penetrant. A smell that makes you feel disgusted – and the urgent desire to get rid of it as quickly as possible. Friesinger closes the trailer door. “That’s what it smells like when a corpse lies in the apartment for two weeks,” he says. Friesinger is a crime scene cleaner.