Abandoned factories

Posted: December 6th, 2009 | Author: admin | Filed under: stuff | No Comments »

are places you normally would better not go to. For instance you can fall through a hidden hole and sprain your leg, like I did. However that didn’t prevent me from going on. Entering these closed down places makes you feel privileged. One has to carefully look for his personal way to go in, as they are usually locked up or overgrown by plants. Once inside a mix of cold air and fusty smell makes you stumble. Taking the first steps you consciously avoid to breath through your nose. Soon you will forget the smell, as there is too much to see.

The huge hangars are nearly empty. The machines are all gone, just some tools are left and a few paint tins and buckets. You can hear your steps resound. This place must have been left years ago and everything is just like it was. Of course it isn’t entirely unchanged. Some homeless have used the old office as a bedroom. Books and paper folders are thrown all over the floor. The climatic conditions have left their traces in form of ramshackle doors and moist walls. The toilet door has fallen out. It’s dark inside. There are only men’s facilities. Right next to it are the changing rooms. Surprisingly there is quite some stuff in it. Old work clothing, some shoes, papers, helmets. Everything smells weird. On the wall are some instructions of how to join the trades union. Suddenly the wind blows, a door closes. The workers had a kind of medical centre. A few needles have been dropped on the floor. In the main hangar the working units are still visible due to some marks and discoloured spots on ground and walls. Every worker apparently hung up, whatever he would find animating to work, which is now exposed due to the missing protective panels and cupboards.

The factory must have been a busy place. Only the building itself has remained, giving just a few hints of its former inhabitants. Enough though, to imagine, what it must have been like. Junk dealers, vagabonds, squatters or even paint-ball players have become the new population. And the walls are covered by graffiti pieces, which make advantage of the bricks, fissures and posters. All these leftovers and new contributions create a texture with quite an inspiring, visual richness. It’s like going to a museum and make up the captions by yourself.

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