Great Chilean "nowhere" (continued, p.2) Railways connect the city with the nearby coal mines, abandoned cars and locomotives are like a ghostly reminder of the intense routine of the past. Standing series are absolutely identical buildings with peeling paint and a fence along the wide streets. One can even imagine, as once here the children play. In some houses you can still find tools, cutlery, cast-iron plate, what remained of the cast-iron beds and mattresses have long eaten by rodents. It is also interesting to look at the rows of dormitories, where they lived non-family workers. Apparently, at the end of each street in the night duty security guard in the city was under curfew, and the young people of the hostels are not allowed to have any relationship with the female part of the city's population. As the saying goes, take care of his wife and put under lock her daughter. Lonely he must have lived. And here is a room with toys. That old wheel from the bicycle, which drove several miles through the city past the children playing, that's cars and trains, made of wire, and handmade dolls, sitting lonely on the shelves. In the main square stands the church, in which someone put things in order: the crucifixion is in place, over the altar, benches and repaired the floors swept. All this is rather strange. On that day the wind was howling, doors slammed, and the windows and floorboards creaked. Opposite the church is a large building which once housed the theater. Inside it, recliners are still standing in regular rows facing the stage with beaten-eaten velvet curtains. In the center of the theater, if you look up, you can see a very beautiful, richly decorated window. Window in the ceiling of the theater on the other side of the city are home, they lived in managers and craftsmen. These homes look better, they are slightly bigger in size, with spacious verandas. They are now converted into museums, which display photos and artifacts that can tell the story of mining saltpeter. On the colorful posters depicted the happy farmers, happy with their rich harvest grown using nitrate vegetables. That's what I always hit in South America - everywhere there are billboards advertising everything - from toothpaste to beer - which always shows some kind of model-thin blonde with blue eyes, while everyone who lives here - Latino and Indians - mostly dark hair and brown eyes. Probably, the European appearance here sells better. Although it's strange somehow. Poster "The Happy Farmer" is not far from the center of a huge swimming pool with diving board into the water. It was built from the hull. All its parts were fastened together so that they say he still does not pass water. Rumor has it that the pool want to rediscover and restore a nearby hotel. All in order to attract tourists. By the way, changing someone has already graced the curious graffiti. Drawing on the locker room itself is mine now looks more like a cemetery, abandoned equipment, various tanks, cisterns and other vessels. All this seemed to me some anxious, because some iron parts every now and then rattle and grind in the wind. Near the entrance is a shop selling alcohol. His shelves are still bursting with bottles of beer. Should be, in due time on the weekend it was one of the most popular holiday destinations miners. The clock in the Humberstone soon finds the police station, so that drunken worker did not have to go far to find shelter for the night, when suddenly they started to behave too noisy. The police, too, must have been excited about this neighborhood. On the day when we arrived in Humberstone, in the city working crew. Shot something like a movie about the Pacific war. Every time I go out, someone pulls me and tried to drag off somewhere to the side so I did not get the shot. This is not a joke drives me crazy because I paid for the excursion. I was completely unclear why, if they really want to work in a calm atmosphere, their managers are not rented movie set for the day. I'm a little glad, when a large group of children, people 60, aged about 14 years flooded the city. It seems now shooting to be postponed! So you want, avaricious pays twice! In general, I must say that Humberstone - a real mecca for filmmakers, especially when the sun starts to weaken, and its rays shadows and shades of the sunset create interesting compositions. Filming in Humberston Humberston After visiting, we were waiting for a bus to the town of Pica. Desert blown cold winds, and I just froze. I was very glad when the bus came, and it does not matter that he was very posharpany form. The trip was supposed to last for half an hour, but ... did not last. After 45 minutes the bus stopped and stood, it seemed an eternity. The driver who was talking, but the passengers were worried and had already begun to lose his temper. After a while our old Trickle pimped continued on his way. But not for long. After a while we stopped again. In the salon came down heavily armed police and asked them to produce documents. On our foreign passport, he looked long and carefully, but eventually gave them to us, a passport other passengers, he took with him. Luggage compartment thoroughly searched, and then went to a salon and a charming canine labrador. The dog went around the cabin, putting your practice on the detection of drugs in the face all the bags. It seems they have found nothing, and after another 45 minutes of downtime we continued. Start material: Completion of material:
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