Time to retire from service

Time to retire from service

The time has come to retire to private life, to go to “retirement”, as humans say. After fulfilling our duty, after fighting countless battles in the sky and flying over the skies of Russia, we finally collapsed to the ground.

Position

The airplane cemetery is located in Monino, shortly after the Central Museum of the Russian Federation of Air Forces. To enter you will have to follow the entire perimeter of the museum, to the point where you will find a kind of fence. At this point you just have to climb over it and you will end up in the cemetery of abandoned aircraft.

History

The Monino museum is one of the world’s largest aviation museums and the largest for Russian aircraft. There are 173 aircraft, 127 aircraft engines and exhibits collections of weapons, instruments, uniforms, artworks and other objects related to aeronautics.

Thanks to the Monino museum it is possible to trace almost the whole history of Russian aviation starting from 1909.

Settled in a military area, the museum belongs to the nearby Gagarin Aeronautical Academy, and it was opened in 1958. Before 2001, the structure was closed to the public, because it exhibited prototypes with still confidential data, coming from the era of the Soviet Union. Nowadays these projects are part of a very important collection. Until 1995, almost all of these airplanes served as tutorials for the Gagarin Air Force Academy, at least until they were transferred (some in already bad condition) to the Monino museum.

Since 2003, the Air Force Museum of Russia has conducted air shows with the participation of aviation legends of World War II, modern pilots, in addition to the flight of hot air balloons and airships. The air shows are traditionally held on public holidays (May 9 and June 12).

From 2001 until summer 2006 it was still necessary to visit the museum a special permit, which is no longer required.

The remaining structures of the air base, including the runway, are now abandoned.

Description

Time to retire to private life, to be our own masters. We will no longer need someone to pilot us, but we will be our own drivers.

The engine is the heart of an airplane, but the pilot is his soul. This is what humans think. The problem remains that the latter never put themselves in someone else’s shoes.

Looking around we climb the fence, as if we were foxes looking for food. Our cameras are already pointed in the direction of the planes, while we are looking at them from the top to the bottom. Reached the first plane we slowly walk towards its belly. “It’s huge, a dinosaur I dare say!” I comment.

The others around do not even reach half the length of the latter. Some of them are real helicopters, other fighter planes, and others are bombers. Almost all bear the indistinguishable sign of the USSR, the emblem of the hammer and sickle with a red star on it, now faded over time. Others carry the Cyrillic script CCCP, which translated goes to indicate the “Union of Soviet Socialist Republics”.

After doing the “monkeys” for hours and climbing on some planes, with some funny photosessions annexed, we are forced to leave the area.

We climb the fence and as if nothing had happened, we slowly return to the train station.

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Monino in Ruins

Monino in Ruins

In search of lost planes, amid mud and snow, I and Giada, my traveling companion, venture into the meanders of Monino.

Position

The abandoned buildings are located in Monino, 150km from Moscow easily reachable with 2 hours of elektricka. Around the Museum of the Central Air Force there are various disused buildings, even if in some cases the access prohibition still remains.

Description

Our research starts from the train station, where with our stunted Russian we try to make ourselves understood and ask for information regarding the abandoned aircrafts. Unfortunately, as we had previously suspected, everyone shows us the way to the museum.

After making a visit to the supermarket, we head towards the museum where we hope to find some information. For our bad luck here we receive only an infinite number of words in Russian of which we do not even know the meaning.

“Uf, I think they do not understand what we really want to visit” I think to myself.

Having said that, we begin to visit the surroundings with the help (inaccurate) of the electronic maps. Therefore we take a few steps back and return to the main road. Arriving at the museum we see some abandoned buildings. Making our way through the 30cm of snow we reach the first house.

As soon as I step inside I hear a rather strange noise: a quite big dog gets up from the next room and approaches briskly. I remain to observe him, at the same time I take the camera from the lining to capture the moment. He, however, almost annoyed, takes the door to my left and runs away. In addition to the dog inside this building we find only ruins. In the other neighboring building an interminable corridor awaits us, with blue doors at the sides. The rooms either are covered in rubbish and snow, or some paperwork or furniture eaten away from the moisture.

Passing to the side of the museum and taking a probably private street, we find ourselves in front of a gate. In Cyrillic there is something written about the police and the entry ban. We decide to get around the obstacle and enter another part. We pass in front of a kind of Mural, with the police that, 100 meters away, near by the entrance gate, stops by car. We continue as if nothing had happened.

Within this lot there are other abandoned farmhouses, also submerged by the snow and silent as the forest that is next to them. They share the same moments and the same emotions. Their reaction to our visit is in fact rather unusual for equally unusual visitors.

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Amusement Glory Swept by a Whirlwind

Amusement Glory Swept by a Whirlwind

Hello everyone! Today we welcome you to the most beautiful and exciting amusement park in the whole of “Bassa Padovana”. Prepare to immerse yourself in the thermal pools and then immediately dive into the bowling alley. As a last stop, when the sun has already set, a moment of celebration to have fun and dance in our nonpareil disco “Fuori Rotta”!

Position

The amusement park is located in Padua, to be precise in via Fogazzaro in the Guizza district. To enter you will have to pass over one of the two entrance gates that face the street.

History

The amusement park was founded in 1991 by the entrepreneur Stefano Viviani. For many years it was a center of meetings, activities and rest for many young and not young people from the province of Padua. The park included swimming pools, bars, discothèques, bowling, mini-golf, gym in a total of 25 thousand square meters.

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Unfortunately, on July 6, 2008, a whirlwind blew up and destroyed most of the buildings doing damage for 600,000 euros. The owner of the amusement park said:

“After the whirlwind, convinced that one day I would have arrived, all or in part, according to the laws in force, the money of compensation, I began, slowly, to make repair or to build from scratch all the sectors of the park destroyed by the whirlwind. In practice, I was in debt till my neck in order to get the whole area back on its feet.”

Because of the crisis, the entrepreneur could not sustain all the debts and therefore the banks became the owners of the playground.

Still the amusement park lies in ruins waiting for a future reset.

Description

We arrive in front of the gates of the park at the last light of the day. We hasten to go through the bars of the gate, as if we were the last rays of sunlight filtered through the railings of a glass door.

As usual, whenever we are going to sneak into an abandoned place, the influx of cars and people in the neighborhood increase. We wait for the last car to pass and the trail of light created by its headlights disappears around the corner, immediately we climb over the gate. We fall on the ground with a thud, almost like pebbles sinking into a lake. We both shoot in the middle of some reeds.

The first space that opens in front of us is a paved area, with a toy seal in the center and a ball glued to the nose. Nearby we see colored balls, and almost like a track to follow we infiltrate in one of the buildings.

In addition to finding ourselves in front of a pile of balls, we get our eye in the two corners of the room the so-called machines “eat tokens”. In addition to the latter we also find some pinball machines, slot machines and other arcade consoles.

Walking silently we move to another building, and we understand that we ended up in the bowling alley. The sun has set, and so we make a light with our torches.

We light up the various bowling balls that lie motionless on the track, the skittles behind us and a pair of shoes. The atmosphere is almost surreal: the fog that slowly falls and stands between us and the door, the now faded white of the skittles that reflects our lights, the silence that surrounds us interrupted only by our steps and the distant passage of some cars .

Being in a hurry we do not even try to do a launch, so we move towards the pool building.

“It’s really immense!” We exclaim aloud.

In our exploration we encounter showers, swimming pools, swimming equipment and slides. This building is a real labyrinth composed of stairs, slides that climb and pass one below the other and pools at various levels.

We try to go down using one but we have to stop halfway because it starts to be too slippery. From the outside, you can admire the frozen pools and the slides that fall out of the structure into the ice. Even the fungus frees its spores which in contact with the air freeze immediately.

On our way back we stop in a bar, with bottles and glasses on the table still intact. We return to the bowling alley to reach the first floor, where the disco “Fuori rotta” appears in all its degradation. There are chairs left here and there, scattered throughout the room and the location of the DJ covered with waste.

Having done that, we are moving towards the gate and, waiting that there will not be people and cars, we climb overhead. Our adventure ends in the evening, giving us another piece of history of our city.

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