This really drew me in because the way you described the journey and the abandoned building almost felt like I was standing there with you surrounded by endless straw fields and the quiet hills it really paints a picture of being in a place that’s forgotten by time and yet still holding on to some kind of memory of what it once was I think a lot of us have a fascination with ruins like this because they are not just broken walls but silent witnesses of people’s lives and struggles and dreams

When you mentioned that it was once a school it added another layer because suddenly you start to imagine the sound of children’s voices echoing in those rooms the lessons about seasons and agriculture and even simple hygiene it’s almost surreal to stand there in silence knowing that once this was the heart of the community where children learned to read write and understand the reforms of the new republic it shows how history is carried not just in books but in these physical spaces that eventually get swallowed by migration politics and time

I also really liked how you tied it to Ataturk’s reforms because it puts this small crumbling hut into a bigger story of modernization and literacy in rural Turkey and you’re right those steps were decisive and bold it must have been hard for families back then but it gave them a chance to enter a new world of ideas and possibilities even if many of the schools didn’t survive the test of time they left behind this cultural footprint and I think visiting places like this reminds us how much education has shaped societies

The detail you gave about the materials basalt volcanic stone the red tiles on the roof that have mostly collapsed the large windows that must have once let in so much light all of that makes it easy to visualize what the building looked like in its prime and at the same time the image of beer bottles and broken frames shows how history mixes with modern neglect it’s both sad and strangely authentic because ruins like these never stay frozen they keep being touched by new generations even if just to pass by or leave a trace

I laughed at the “Baba Yaga’s hut” joke because it’s true how these buildings can almost disguise themselves as something else a barn or a hut yet hold inside them so many stories maybe that’s what makes them attractive to people like you and even to those who document abandoned places it’s not only about decay but about discovering the layers of meaning hidden in stone wood and even rusty nails

Honestly I think posts like this matter because they remind us of the invisible histories around us places we might ignore if not for someone taking the time to explore photograph and share them it may not fit every community theme but it definitely fits the human need to connect with the past in unexpected ways and I enjoyed reading it