..... following on.
Permanent workers were housed in “winter dormitories”, even though they could reside there year round.
Seasonal workers, whilst there during the summer, lived in dormitories, referred to as barracks.
I invite you to join me here, it turned out to be living quarters for the workers and their families. This was a series of units, mostly two bedrooms, kitchen/living area, these I would assume were for the permanent workers.
I get the feeling somebody's watching me
and I got no privacy
Up the stairs we go, plenty of shots in the kill zone
Plenty of spots for those pesky snipers to sit and wait, patiently, with an eye on the kill zone.....
.....or maybe not
Starting to see family lives
Children's school books
I really enjoyed flicking through these, where are the kids now? What hard lives they led? Has it pushed them on to greater things?
Or driven them towards hard liquor?
Not the most luxurious of toilets.
The wonder of just wandering from room to room finding long discarded items of lives once lived, is why I spend so much time and money climbing through windows.
Pickled egg and peas anyone?
Obviously more poetic in English
Now that is one hound, I certainly WOULD NOT, want to bump into!!
what a magnificent looking beast.
Happy Birthday: 20th January 1970
........to be continued.