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Thursday, April 19, 2007
Colorful Bracelets Means
Slaughterhouse
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sites that can cause us different views from various points of view. All equally valid, without detracting from each other. There
In fact, this review will be published based on a visit we made the Club Cela Madrid a few months ago here. A companion Abandonalia, and published an excellent report on your own blog, http://www.abandonalia.blogspot.com.
therefore not go into historical and physical aspects and the site today.
So I dedicate it to explain a different aspect to all of the places you go visiting, from the point of view of feeling, that we sometimes forget things, and the impressions that at least in me caused the place.
Thus began my adventure by the site owners:
Since some meters before you can see from the road, silhouette, old, naked and daubed by different social groups that roam freely there.
is a place that not many years ago, supported life within its walls, both the operatives who worked there as thousands of cattle were all killed there. In principle, a site that should not lead to more feelings that can cause seeing an abandoned, dirty, and despoiled by opportunistic scrap.
But when I arrived, not entering the building facing the office fridge and you can see above, if not for the rear, where the ships were used by different companies operating there, I could not feel a sense of anger against those that violate this type of construction, which should endure as perhaps were left to their fate, and so that future generations would know how a world where your ancestors lived.
Having seen the sad aspect auxiliary vessels offering a feeling of disgust is what at first felt, but how can humans be so stupid? And this is what I photographed while we walked through the devastated ruins.
I feel the same as the redneck graffiti ... What sense does it? Filling indiscriminately paint every square inch of every stone, every brick. But it's just not what I come here I will relate.
It occurred to me to enter one of these old ships and badly burned, you never knew if they were going to like broken pieces of the roof at any time, and was reflected in the camera something that I could not see at that moment, What you see in this picture?.
They are a kind of "spheres" of light that moved by what appears at high speed through the frame of my camera. Some say they are the souls in torment "of the deceased, that it died of a painful or dramatic, the case ... they can be soul "losses" that could not happen "the other side." could also be specks of dust in suspension or the wings of an insect, but I did not use flash on this day, so it was not. Leave in your hands to decide whether they are more than dust in the air, maybe one day we know friends who might be.
Passing through the rear of the building containing the offices of the corrals where the animals were kept waiting for their fate. Sad
brick and cement cubicles, covered by a dilapidated green plastic roof, with a little number for each cattle pen, and only one road they were mentioning that led directly to the metal door leading to where he was the butcher and other staff. Among horrible screams of agony, the animals were sacrificed and hung on hooks hanging from all facilities, and once gutted, bled and checked by the veterinarian on call, were taken through the dark hallway of the building cold air in were also the offices of the complex.
I would think twice before you go into this corridor so special ...... if one is a bit sensitive will account the thousands of events that may have occurred in a place so full of adrenaline like this, with people urged to give maximum performance without stopping, was a continuous run of achieving marks of animal sacrifices, especially with competition had in that sector. serve
For example, just see this old butcher's apron, to me at least I remember the slaughter of cattle poor ......
And if we go to the second floor of this first building of the abattoir, a dark staircase, too insistently reminds one that rose to an old attic in the film at the end of the ladder, I think when I was worried up those old steps, which may hide when finally we reached its highest point ... 
So, when we contemplate what was right in front of us was that there was no roof, having been burned the top floor, finding the bathrooms there, apart from some old showers, with great views today , can you imagine being able to shower in the moonlight? Judge for yourself .... 
Once seen perhaps the most joyous and comforting site installation, the rest is much more funereal. And I say that it is now time to dive into the depths ..... in the building of the huge cold storage is the descent into a dark world, where light barely .... we get some old office furniture, refrigerators and a staircase that is down to reach the basement, and we can expect there?
is a cold, wet and dreary, the day of the visit also had a musical accompaniment I can never forget, the graffiti artists who were there were wearing the kind of music you'd expect to find if you go down to Hell, I felt like Dante in front of me and behind us, just total darkness. As you progress, easy sugestionarte, the temperature difference on the outside is very large, and that infernal music, make it impossible to imagine things. In order ..... only is the engine room of the slaughterhouse, with groups of water pressure, and controls the refrigeration rooms. The old files are place on top of an office building in a
sorry state of neglect and decay.
There is contained part of the history in the form of memoranda, accounts, stock lists, product information, etc etc. Just
side were more rooms, perhaps there spent the relaxation times people who worked there ...
Leaving the complex, there is a small house, which proved the old bar-cafe location. Presided over the fireplace room, full of life before, now burned by the vandalism, soiled, his remains are disappearing rapidly.
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And that's it, I think the photos speak for themselves ...... Greetings.
- Ignacio original topic (foofighte)
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