Permanent workers were housed in “winter dormitories”, even though they could reside there year round.
Seasonal workers, whilst there during the summer, lived in dormitories, referred to as barracks.
This turned out to be living quarters for the workers and their families. This was a series of units, mostly two bedrooms, kitchen/living area, these I would assume were for the permanent workers.
Up the stairs we go, plenty of shots in the kill zone
Plenty of spots for those pesky snipers to sit and wait, patiently, with an eye on the kill zone.....
.....or maybe not
Starting to see family lives
Children's school books
I really enjoyed flicking through these, where are the kids now? What hard lives they led? Has it pushed them on to greater things?
Or driven them towards hard liquor?
Not the most luxurious of toilets.
The wonder of just wandering from room to room finding long discarded items of lives once lived.
Pickled egg and peas anyone?
Obviously more poetic in English
Now that is one hound, I certainly WOULD NOT, want to bump into!!
what a magnificent looking beast.
Happy Birthday: 20th January 1970
(Source)[Unknown/uncredited photo]
Whilst the prols lived in cramped basic shared accommodation, the plant manager, had a relatively luxurious home. well done Commrade Kuuskma
Now that was fun, a springy old ladder across a very deep cellar.
The high demand for manpower slowly decreased as the years went by innovation and technical progress grew.
The manual cutting of peat by hand ended in 1960 and the complete process of drying and cleaning of the lump peat was fully mechanised a year later.
I wonder if Commrade Kuuskma ended up in the Gulag
Hidden under the detritus was a weak and mostly missing floor, that was bowing and sagging under my weight, i didn't trust the joists they were pretty rotten too, it was now a case of in and out of windows as best I could if i wanted to further my little mooch.
School records? from 1984
How in god's name did they flush these top of the range bogs?
Anyways a very handy stepping stone to make my escape
Seasonal workers, whilst there during the summer, lived in dormitories, referred to as barracks.
This turned out to be living quarters for the workers and their families. This was a series of units, mostly two bedrooms, kitchen/living area, these I would assume were for the permanent workers.
Up the stairs we go, plenty of shots in the kill zone
Plenty of spots for those pesky snipers to sit and wait, patiently, with an eye on the kill zone.....
.....or maybe not
Starting to see family lives
Children's school books
I really enjoyed flicking through these, where are the kids now? What hard lives they led? Has it pushed them on to greater things?
Or driven them towards hard liquor?
Not the most luxurious of toilets.
The wonder of just wandering from room to room finding long discarded items of lives once lived.
Pickled egg and peas anyone?
Obviously more poetic in English
Now that is one hound, I certainly WOULD NOT, want to bump into!!
what a magnificent looking beast.
Happy Birthday: 20th January 1970
(Source)[Unknown/uncredited photo]
Whilst the prols lived in cramped basic shared accommodation, the plant manager, had a relatively luxurious home. well done Commrade Kuuskma
Now that was fun, a springy old ladder across a very deep cellar.
The high demand for manpower slowly decreased as the years went by innovation and technical progress grew.
The manual cutting of peat by hand ended in 1960 and the complete process of drying and cleaning of the lump peat was fully mechanised a year later.
I wonder if Commrade Kuuskma ended up in the Gulag
Hidden under the detritus was a weak and mostly missing floor, that was bowing and sagging under my weight, i didn't trust the joists they were pretty rotten too, it was now a case of in and out of windows as best I could if i wanted to further my little mooch.
School records? from 1984
How in god's name did they flush these top of the range bogs?
Anyways a very handy stepping stone to make my escape
