abandoned facilities with tragic histories are the stuff that ghost stories are made of and this wonderful site is the place where they all come together, the urban explorers, the fans of nice pictures and the ghost hunters and this site is the bonanza to them all. so who would wonder about what people are searching for in all this marvelous pics. and who would condemn what they find. :-)
and about whats real and whats unreal there can only be one answer: "nobody knows!"
-the knowing is just a little rain drop in the ocean of the unknowing.-
i can clearly see something that looks like a face at the lower left corner of the window frame, and if i zoom in with 700% and brighten it up i also see something left of the 2nd pole, but for this one it needs realy much fantasy to be turned into something like a figure.
This television like device reminds me of the small television sets that they used to have at the train stations and bus stations in the 1970's and 1980's in the United States. I never saw them at the train stations in Europe though. It was probably just an American thing. You had to put a quarter in them to make them work. They would run for about 15 or 20 minutes on 25 cents. These small televisions would be bolted to a chair.
This photograph reminds me of something that I have heard of from other Soldiers who were stationed in Germany. In Germany in some of the Army Units they had something called " The Drunk Bunk".
If a male Soldier would come back to the barracks after a night on the town of drinking and chasing women and he was too drunk to figure out where his room was then the Soldiers who were pulling duty on CQ ( Charge of Quarters ) would let him sleep on "The Drunk Bunk".
Of course in the morning when the Soldier would finally wake up out his drunken stupor then he would have indentations on his face from the metal springs and there would be a mop and bucket of water waiting for him to use it to clean up the vomit too.
and about whats real and whats unreal there can only be one answer: "nobody knows!"
-the knowing is just a little rain drop in the ocean of the unknowing.-