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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.
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!