Arriving at the desolated spot of the old sanatorium, I was discouraged to find piles of rubble laying inside cement foundations. A small footpath led into the mossy forest beyond; luckily there were a few buildings still hiding back here. The ancient and musty structures rising from the damp ground seemed like a hazy dream come to life. The dwindling afternoon was spent creeping through the sweet-smelling woods and the slowly darkening corridors inside these musty structures.