They used to play on the abandoned concrete.
Renovations are in progress. Also, little me in a vast room.
I visited one more time before the renovations began.
Old barracks of a now defunct army, decaying in Mediterranean beauty of Luštica bay.
Cold breeze of the sleeping concrete serial killer. Vast empty space of interrupted promises.
Humidity. The No.1 essential for decay.
A place of contrasts of light, and contrast of reason. Decided to decay besides the possibility to blossom. A walk on the floor of ashes, dust and grease. Seemingly infinite halls filled with light, and long, dark and humid corridors.
Washed with light, a decaying place that used to heal.
A peculiar triptych, and one unavoidable hanging poster.
Climbing up to the Hoxha’s five-point star. It casts light into lowlight.