Balaklava Underground Museum Complex. Nuclear Arsenal Zone.
We have another irreversible door ahead, its red mouth invitingly gaping.
Initial report: Balaklava Underground Museum Complex. Entrance.
Previous report: Balaklava Underground Museum Complex. Torpedo Route
The tunnel differs from all previous ones by the presence of a casing made of corrugated slate,
according to the audio guide, this was done to eliminate echoes. Because if you misheard something while working with a nuclear charge, the consequences would be significant.
Part of the corridor is given over to a collection of posters about potential adversaries.
As I’ve already said, the Japanese themselves don’t remember who dropped the bomb on them, but we do.
But this isn’t so much about the Japanese specifically, as cynical as that may sound, but about us.
So we have reached the place where the carrier (torpedo) meets the special, i.e. nuclear, charge.
For some reason they are very different.
The internal structure of one of them is shown.
There are warnings all around: on the walls – for the staff, on posters – for visitors.
On the wall: Don’t say everything you know, but always know what you’re saying!
On the poster: Dear visitors! Be careful, there are rails under your feet!
This is where the offices of the management staff are located.
The next hall is dedicated to the period of the Great Patriotic War, including an unnamed torpedo,
map of military operations in the Black Sea
and busts of submarine heroes.
You can’t go any further along this wall: the rails go behind a locked gate.
And on the opposite wall there is a row of stands on the same theme.
And a list of names of the deceased Black Sea submariners.
Behind the open gates on this side there is something specifically technical and incomprehensible,
and a little further on – the end of our fascinating journey and the upcoming parting with our friend the audio guide.
Although… we are looking into a narrow corridor along the red arrow,
and there is still a lot of stuff drawn there.
To be continued…