Until we hit the “urbex” themed art room. But that is the room that shall not be mentioned ever. Leave only footsteps, take only pictures, and make sure to pee in at least one urinal in every place you visit. It’s kind of a ritual by now.


The bunker we found wasn’t quite such a monstrosity, but still sizable – two stories of heavy concrete, marked by oddly incongruous “no smoking” signs everywhere inside, and showing signs of at least two massive direct hits without much visible damage on the interior. If I were sitting in such a building with angry Englishers dropping blockbuster bombs on me, I can’t think of anything I’d rather want than a cigarette.

Every once in a while, I stumble upon something so utterly mind-blowingly magnificent that I just can’t believe my luck. Or, in this case, the generosity of my capable associate D. who rooted out this gem.

17Sep

Air Raid!

The only information I’ve found about this facility associates it with a Wehrmacht regional headquarters, but others more informed than I have claimed that it’s a bog standard civilian design. The fluorescent markings leading towards the exits were still visible, causing us to waste a hilarious amount of time repeatedly ruining our night vision with flash guns and high-powered torches to get things to shine “just right”.

The sheer size of the complex pointed towards a huge amount of investment by the firm in its workers’ leisure, or maybe this was simply a prestige project. Now, it rots in a dirty industrial suburb.