Old House Collection -Memory Fragments of TSKALTUBO in Georgia

Author:Zhengzhou Evening News Time:2022.08.28

For almost three years, many details have been forgotten, and time is confused, leaving some of the memory fragments that are not right. At the beginning of 2020, the students who rushed to the thesis on the plane did not know the coming epidemic. The studio's inspection in TSKALTUBO in Georgia is a small ruin town that has been shrouded in the former Soviet Union, but now it is a natural spring water. It has made it a favorite nursing place for Stalin. In the 1960s, the Express train from Moscow was full of power, and governing the country and pleasure was completed in the bathhouse. The disintegration of the Soviet Union, the Civil War and the Russian War that followed, the prosperity of the bustling illusions. The glory of the past has now become a bunker of homeless refugees, and the city has also become a historical problem. Nowadays, what is embarked on this land is a mixed scene, one is home, part is the park, and part is the ruins.

One // Fog in the fog

At dawn, the water fog, the plants grow wildly, and the former brilliant buildings are now dying. There are wild dogs at all times, barking, and the dark plant that cannot be illuminated in the sun seems to be watching. I walked aimlessly, and the sound of the radio came from the lawn. I gradually came out of an old man in the mist. People disappear in the fog.

In the early morning, I went through this park alone to eat in the town. There are almost no lights on the road, and the scarce lights are strange after being refracted by the water mist. After the zero -bound point of darkness and light, there is no calibration point in the space, just like the edited film is not enough to prove its authenticity. Every step that walks in the unclear darkness is isolated from the world.

院 // Nursing Academy

The 10th sanatorium is the most exquisite and the favorite of Stalin. It can be sold under the drive of capital, is about to be renovated and reconstructed, and is also destroyed again in the revival. Obviously, the boundary between the ruins and the monuments does not depend on the designer, and the judgment of waste and antiques does not come from the author. Each ejaculation is the evidence of history, and each decay is the scale of time, not to mention the mark of the space itself. If you can't keep it, let it be eternal.

After turning around the nursing home for a long time, the iron wall and the brick wall were leaked by the water surrounding the yard, and there were seamless gaps. They could only faintly see the bronze roof of the nursing home. I moved many bricks to step on and struggled over the wall. I walked slowly and observed slowly, no one. The nursing courtyard is very peaceful, and the mildew and simple and simple structure that comes from the noodles evoke the old courtyard time I have passed.

Wild dogs do not know where to appear from time to time, and how to hide behind him. A drop of rubble attracted the sound of rapid footsteps. The sound of the key chain echoed in the corridor. I panicked to find an exit to leave the nursing home, but I was dragged down when I turned out of the fence. The burly guard obviously understands the terrain more, holding my camera firmly with the only three fingers, and preparing to drag me back to the nursing home. There is no choice but to pay for the disaster, and you can only spend the disaster.

3 // Carving time

Every time I step on the ruins, there is a strong illusion of time. The teaching of time fragments that have known each other, the cracks are closed, the brick tiles are restored, the sunrise falls, and the setting sun rises. The comrades of the Soviet Union sat around the vault again, one person and a bathhouse, facing the center, the singing and dancing were rising, and at a moment, it turned into a phantom and turned into a phantom. There is a Communist International Declaration on the wall. At this time, some of them have collapsed, some of them have been graffiti, and the sunlight shoots from the round vaults on the mottled green wall.

Time is light but history, natural carving time.

Small // No time, or space

"After dancing, the dance floor of no one dances?"

There are exquisite Lenin theme mosaic on the swimming pool, but it is covered by garbage and pervasive vegetation. The grooves formed by water droplets are gathered in rainwater and finally poured the pool with water. Everything reached a perfect balance under the natural carving. At this moment I stood under the dome, Andreta Cocolfsky's movie screen kept reappearing in my mind:

"I even lost the address and even forgot my name.

And you come here -drip from the roof: the niches of the house and the door,

The white ball on the round quilt, you silent: Who lives here? "

The carved flowers, railings, and counters have been disassembled, which constitutes a new wooden wall wall. The original romantic but useless terrace has lived in, and the strange tray in Benjamin Water's novels has been interpreted here. The old hotel becomes a tool for improvisation, making the kitchen a theater, turning the corridor and chicken shed into a restaurant, or simply adding a bed in the courtyard, and walking into the bedroom. This kind of life is inserted between everyone, the public is both private, and the upstairs is downstairs, and the door is outside the wall. The refugees who lived here reversed the time and restored the over -decorated restaurants into a pure space on the architect's paper. It presented the Escher -style staircase and the naked face and wall composed of lines. The design reached its peak before birth, and became eternal after perfect chaos or destruction.

Wu // Hotel

At the end of the end of the highway, the top of the mountain covered with the eye -catching Soviet red letter and the building below can be seen. At dusk, I crossed my thorns and walked to a giant hotel. The cooked smoke can be seen on the high -rise building, but all the windows are wrapped in various waste materials. At this time, the wild dog appeared again, and it seemed to be strongly attracted by something. It poured into the building madly. The silent hotel immediately echoed the wailing sound. Many people rushed out of the dark corridor. The wild dogs were squeezed out of the crowd, and their mouths were full of blood and feathers.

In the refugee camp in the wild mountains, the hungry dogs who came with me fooded chicken. I hurriedly apologized and lost all the lira on my body. It was a long time to calm down the matter until the tourists who would be translated would be calmed down. Ironically, the accidental losses caused by inadvertently to refugees with the purpose of exploration are the same as maintaining justice to make these people's homelessness. Entering the monastery at the foot of the mountain, the church was divided into two dilapidated wooden boards. Among them, the bright and retained part was left to tourists, and the refugees hid in the dark wooden board and prayed for no one to disturb.

Lu // Some fragments

In the middle of the night, some memories flashed. I saw the thin body in the ruins waved up the ax. The figures of the windows filled with water fog in the rain, the cartoon dolls in front of the town of the town, Stalin -style huge The town covered by the cable car, which is intertwined by clues, and the bulls that are covered by clues like the cable car line, and the futuristic building is in front of the wild grass.

"History is always repeating yourself, the first time is a tragedy, and once again becoming a farce." - Karl Marx