In 1899 the German town of Gora and surrounding districts only had one hospital, with 120 beds. there was an extended population of nearly 90k.
Enter Louis Schlutter, the benefactor who funded the construction of the hospital.
Which still carries the family name today
I thought this was going to be a softly softly creep around as one of the remaining buildings has been converted and is lived in.
So took a circuitous route to enter from the rear: ( behave!), what a trek that was in the burning sun.
Opened as a County District hospital under DR Clemens Weisker, in 1899, he didn't last long, seems like he was an argumentative fucker, he had previous history and was moved on. Schlutter popped his clogs in 1904, now whether he was a patient in his own hospital who knows. But he has got a Strasse named after him in town.
From the 1910 postcard above, one can still, if you squint and close one eye make out some of the various buildings.
Source
Externals
The original hospital was expanded in the 1920's, and during WW2 was used as a hospital for wounded Axis troops with 150 beds on average in use at any one time.
From 1945 until 1990 the hospital was used by the Soviet armed forces. It has been slowly falling down since 1992; when it was closed.It is a listed building, and the expense to do anything worthwhile is cost prohibitive.
So sprayers' spray
and urbexers' urbex.
Would you like an internal examination? of course you would, follow me.
Random internals, featuring paint on walls.
I am guessing here, but the tiled areas must be patient areas?
Easier to wipe up the blood, vomit and other bodily discharges, and I guess odours don't cling to tiles like they would to more absorbent surfaces.
FFS Chleen, whoever you are all I can say is "get a room".
Random openings
There was no call for climbing through windows today, easey peasey lemon squeezey.
I wonder how many people have handled that knob?
I am guessing down in the basement was a good place to have the laundry and a couple of ovens.
Big holes and stairs
So an adventure complete, there really was no need to play softly softly as I bumped into half a dozen other moochers during my wanderings, had a bit of a chat with a couple of them, scared the crap out of a couple of others when I stumbled out of the darkness of an old air raid shelter in the grounds right in front of them: laughed my cock off as the bloke in fright, ducked behind his girlfriend, obviously chivalry is still alive and kicking in Germany!!!