Swimming in mud, in the past of Battaglia, dried up, reclaimed, renamed and then abandoned.
As if there had just been a mass exodus of prisoners, I suddenly come catapulted and thrown behind bars, deeper and deeper into the meanders of the prison.
On my return with the train from a stay in our beautiful Dolomites, I expect a change of an hour in Nogara. Stimulated by an irresistible desire for ice cream I hasten to explore the surroundings, thus discovering to find myself in a city apparently deserted. After covering the first 200 meters from the station, on my right, beyond an iron gate, I see what could be an abandoned building …
A pyramid in the center of Tirana? It must have been the mania of greatness of some communist dictator …
An open-door prison, which unites squatters, homeless people and drug dealers under one roof.
Here we are in Georgetown, our first city in Malaysia. We have no expectations, we know almost nothing about this city. But then when we walk around town we see many wonders – old abandoned houses one by one.
Step by step I climb the rusty stairs without any protection, hoping to reach the top as soon as possible. Read More
We were heading to Kampot by bus when on our way we saw something that looked abandoned, and without hesitation we ask our driver to drop us close to it, right next to the sea. Read More
Everyone in Hanoi, Vietnam knows this “Ghost House”, and everyone is afraid to visit it due to its name… But not Stalker, who doesn’t believe in any ghosts and whose curiosity is much bigger than any fairy tales. Here we are, starting to explore abandoned sites of our new country – Vietnam! Read More
A few days before facing the difficult task of Vipassana meditation in the mountains in the north of Thailand, we come across a government building used as a meditation center.