Kirlangic – Part III

A little further down, another open doorway revealed a strong columnar structure, a sign of heavy loads upstairs at one time. A steel stairway led upstairs; I did not follow its lead.

Kirlangic Not Flying Anymore

At the other end of this section of the yard were several circular slabs, which probably served as support for some storage tanks. With nothing on them now, they laid there as another visual riddle and nice patterns to photograph in front of aging walls of the surrounding buildings.

I walked into another large hall, a power control panel on the left stood stoically. Most of the panel and its steel enclosure remained intact, but all the wires once connected to it were removed, leaving only strong marks on the wall of being there for a long time. Further down, three round tables, or what remained from them, were in a cluster as if a meeting were going to take place.

Its Wings are Broken

One element common in all the places I visited inside the Kırlangıç complex was broken windowpanes. The reason for that eluded me, but I noticed as they provided openings, they also stood guard with their sharp edges. I had spent about two hours, maybe a little more exploring the sizable complex. Suleyman, who had arranged for the permit and also dropped me there with my gear returned and walked around with me a little.

I had made almost a full circle and photographed the things I wanted to photograph. That, combined with the mayor, or someone from his office telling Suleyman that I had enough time photographing, we decided to leave the ghost-like facility.

If and when the town manages to convert this place to an art and cultural center it will likely not give any hints that it laid there with neglect, possibly even some vandalism. And, that’s a good thing.

This is the last post in this three-part series. Part 1, part 2.