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I find astonishing and indescribable beauty in
wreckages of joylessly gray-coloured,
yet enchanting world of steel and concrete.
Ghosts of wicked times are calling for absolution.
Sit beside me, let's listen.
Matt, 20, Poland.
unridiculed asked: wow. I'm a fan. I think what you have to express is so real, and you do it so vividly. great job.
Thank you, Maria.
Even gray, dead world is way too abundant to fully express it. But it’s still fun to try!
doshop asked: Not a question. Splendid work, you got yourself a new follower.
It’s not like I simply got myself a new follower. I’ve just met someone who took a trip into sceneries of forgotten world I created here. And that’s way more significant than just a number.
dr-lilith-belial-deactivated201 asked: Ever been in risk of radiation poisoning? Have you ever met a real stalker?
I have only been in risk of ‘regular’ poisoning, fall from height, unexploded mines, watchdogs and once possibly being stabbed. Like many other explorers. My final objective will definitely be adding radiation to this short list. Unfortunately, such luxury is unobtainable in Poland. I’ll need to head East, but right now I’d rather aid Kiev protesters than visit Pripyat.
Have I met a real stalker? Everything depends on definition. If you mean people who enter danger zones to loot scrap metal and other valuable stuff, we don’t call them stalkers but ‘złomiarze’. I meet them quite often. I don’t think there is any exact equivalent in english. In french it would be ferrailleur, I guess?
If you mean Pripyat ones, I haven’t. There aren’t many true stalkers nowadays… not where I live!
As for the LARP stalkers… I am one.
zitaflowers asked: Amazing pictures !
I’m glad to hear my work might be able to keep pace with amazing places I’m roaming through.
This is the moment I’ve waited so long for. I left my armchair, tea, sense of duty and grabbed girly-named camera, dilapidated shirt and frayed gloves to turn again into sovietgoner- last of the looters. Take first glance, this is the place where I will take you now. From this day we will go in circles, round or around, circumnavigate and stroll through arcuate corridors like in Dante’s Inferno. Let me be Vergil during trip through all circles of this bizarre centeen. Apotheosis of soviet fantasy condensed into concrete rotunda, robbed from everything but dignity.
This is going to be urbex experience without any straight line. Let’s go!