the
tower on
galambary
(black
mountain)

Winding the rocky path up Galambary, the land feels ancient. Isolated. Like the end of the Earth. Eventually nature gives it self up to this hulking, modernist giant of a tower.

Opened in 1980, the building is only months older than I am. We are peers.

I love the pebblecrete. The built-in ashtrays, retrofitted with no-smoking signs. The lightning bolts. And I long for the abandoned rotating restaurant on level 4.