Hi friends
How life changes in a couple of years
Two years before the covid, these ruins and destruction were a famous restaurant, the favorite for events and weddings.
It is at the top of Mount Archanda and was the most requested, having a waiting list of months.
All this has changed with the pandemic.
I don't know if it was because of the first few months closed or because the weddings had to be of few people.
Perhaps the owner no longer exists and lives in another stage of life.
The thing that a prestigious restaurant with immense gardens that could be seen to the sea in the background, has been destroyed.
Not because of negligence, well, because of having it closed, but that does not give the vandals the right to enter and destroy everything.
That's what I found the other day walking
The facade full of graffiti, if these stains can be classified like that.
The gate was thrown and broken, so I dared to go inside.
Desolation had arrived, not that it would be empty, quite the contrary, destruction was breathed without a clear goal.
He could understand the thieves coming and taking everything, but no.
All the crockery broken, thousands and thousands of plates. They make you want to cry, the desolation is great thousands of pieces of fine porcelain is the carpet of this restaurant.
What world do we live in? where everything is destruction and desolation.
The shining glass lamp has turned into small broken balls on the ground.
Nothing to do with the luxury and joy that he lived in not too distant days.
The music of the wedding dance is no longer heard, but the silence of death.
The mirrors Those that reflect all the joy and light of the place have been transformed into cracks as if a huge spider had woven the glass and the force had cracked them.
ceilings and walls
Everything shattered, I have no words.
My feelings are mixed, they are photographs that you rarely have the opportunity to photograph.
But there is another much more important part and that is to think that we are becoming, someone who destroys to destroy, not for our own benefit but to earn a few euros for subsisting.
Free violence, that's what I don't understand, what makes me doubt ourselves and fill my soul with sorrow.
graffiti
Artists and geniuses of painting were created, I would not know how to qualify them, since writing for the sake of writing with a spray in this way only seems to me to be a way of staining everything that is not yours.
Those immense gardens with an intense green lawn and vases full of natural plants.
Tables and chairs with large umbrellas where children once ran screaming and laughing, is now a war zone.
The garden in full splendor, waiting for us to sit down to enjoy the outdoors.
In these photos I show you the facade of two years ago.
Very decorated and pretty
I have toured factories that are no longer in operation and are solar with four irons and little else.
But this..
It's more than I can bear, I leave feeling sad and very disappointed in some humans, who are not.
