Exploring the Echo of the Past abandoned far amidst the fields🏞️📜🏚️

I was again carried somewhere into oblivion on the edge of the planet among the boundless unknown spaces that are not marked on the map. If I were a simple person I would have passed by it but I bugavi set myself difficult tasks this is my self-appointed dose of adrenaline.

So in the middle of pure yellow straw fields and hills of different levels that pass one into another at an altitude of unknown how many meters above sea level we all lost a long-forgotten abandoned lonely small building. I thought until the last that this was someone's estate until one familiar history expert said that this was an abandoned former school. Would anyone believe such a thing? And who even makes a school so that students have to go hiking to it every day.

In any case, as is known, the government of M. K. Ataturk in his time began to carry out educational reform and locally built some kind of village schools in which children of surrounding families studied. One of these, probably primary schools, was included in my photos, but as residents complain, later political changes led to migration from villages to cities, and many schools were left lonely and empty on the edge of the hill.

According to sources, this building was most likely part of the 20th century movement. The materials used were inexpensive and could be purchased locally. During its years of existence, this school was a central place in the community: it was here that children learned to read and write, where they learned about the reforms of the Republic, the new alphabet and citizenship.

It was probably here that they taught the seasons, agriculture, the principles of hygiene and perhaps even the basics of botany or simple science, since the goal was to raise the intellectual and practical level of the rural population. But based on my own humble experience, they did not do a good job. I am absolutely sure there are exceptions but they are very carefully hidden, this is a purely subjective opinion based on real observations(there’s exceptions ofcourse) and is not intended to offend anyone😅

These village schools had enormous cultural value. They embodied the ideals of the young Republic: modernization, literacy, equality and the promise that even children from the mountains would have access to education. They were the first step towards social transformation. I must admit that such decisive and courageous steps for the character of the nation of Turks whom I had to meet are very worthy and worthy of respect.

This beautiful "Baba Yaga's hut" is so well disguised as a kind of local barn that no Stalinist times are scary for it. (this is a joke about disguise)
But still I was attracted by its crumbling, untidy but authentic design of such a ruin, antiquity. Maybe I was infected with the craving for the abandoned by our famous king of abandoned buildings @slobberchops, but unfortunately since this building is far away in the fields I again do not fit into the concept of the community and cannot spread there.

Well, let's go into more detail, so this building, according to the data, is built of volcanic stone, mainly basalt, which was abundant in this region of eastern Anatolia. The walls are thick, made of stones laid one on top of the other, and the corners are sometimes reinforced with lighter stones. The roof, once covered with red tiles, now has collapsed areas in some places, but the more it collapses, the more authentic it is. The windows, by the way, are surprisingly large enough and there must have been a lot of light in the classrooms, although the atmosphere of the school is always complete darkness, so the windows do not help much.

All the windows were in wooden frames and I don't know how it was before but of course the glass is long gone, and partly the windows are covered with wood and partly there are discs from punctured oilcloth that used to be attached with nails to the wooden frames and the nails are bent and mixed up there and left. Everything is of course already broken, battered and rusty, I also saw dozens of beer bottles near the house.

I don't know if these are past students or current alcoholic grandfathers, but someone was having fun there. As for what was inside, I looked like a nosy mouse through one of these wooden windows, judging by everything there were two large classrooms, and of course nothing else was left there, although there were some boxes that other people must have put.

The famous door to the school was completely sealed with a scepter and a strong lock, although the hinges on the other side were already so shabby and rusty that it was possible to kick the door down from the other side, I think, but it would have to be someone strong.

Here near this house on these mountains, there was such a free atmosphere that truly reflects the breakthrough step towards civilization, these smells of herbs and all these orange, brick, yellow colors.