The great collapse of 1991 had broken the childhood dreams of this Soviet Sanatorium/Hotel to ever welcome visitors into its corridors.
Upon near completion all sources of funding were cut off and the building was left to the fury of the elements, rain and wind fragmenting the structure.
Its crayon-colorful walls spilled out their insides into the staircases, pipes bending, windows shattering, the floors collapsing onto each other, weeds and moss growing in the dining hall.
Now it stands as a solitary, windowless, concrete skyscraper in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by forests and tiny peasant villages. Whose bright idea it was to build a sanatorium/hotel so far away from any major city we'll never know.

~Siberian Russia, 2007