love the entrances, love the exits, and everything in between! Did anyone find the light above the doorway amusing, looks like a little man running for his life,,,know i would be!
They're not evenly spaced...and who did the tile job? I wonder about the age of this shower's installation. Weren't the Nazis so insistent on the idea of Aryan superiority that even a facility for those they deemed "defective" and "unworthy of life" would have to exhibit perfect craftsmanship? And wouldn't any plumber or tile mason have enough pride in his work to do better than this, no matter by whom he was employed? Perhaps needed equipment and tools were not provided...or I'm probably just reading way more into it than is really there. It just looks so amateur (like something my ex would do! but he IS an amateur) Anyway, I guess this is why we learn to measure twice, cut once.
I once worked in an outpatient setting with a man with severe mental illness who did not bathe. His clothes were also beyond filthy. After being near him, you felt like you needed decontamination, not just a shower. The doctors and nurses didn't want to work with him anymore, The other patients didn't want him in the waiting room or in their groups.
When I did a home visit, I found that he lived in a little half-finished shack with no toilet (he used one of those 5 gallon white buckets restaurants get pickles in, with a scavenged toilet seat on top), no running water except from a spigot 50 feet outside his "door" and no means of washing his clothes.
I find this picture and the images it calls to mind of a patient being hosed down, appalling. But what is worse--conditions like this that at least represent an effort to provide care, or leaving people with severe illness to live in ramshackle huts or under bridges with freedom, but no treatment at all?
What I'm able to see on the left hand wall just looks like mold or mineral deposits from water. The windows aren't completely closed, so I imagine a lot of weather gets inside.
Beth, I hear you callin
But I can't come home right now
me and the boys are playin
and we just can't find the sound...
Just a few more hours
and I'll be right home to you...
Beth, I know you're lonely
and I hope you'll be all right
'cause me and the boys will be playin
all night.
Thanks, nostalgic and Uneek50, for your perspective and accurate explanations. The reality usually does tend to be a bit more mundane and pedestrian than our vivid imagining of Nazi and Stalinist horrors.