When I reached the second floor, I had my doubts about going up. The stairs and roof still looked solid, but I’m a little afraid of heights.
But it turned out that the second floor wasn’t very large or exciting.
A photo taken to look what lies ahead.
The narrow stairs led to another part of the building. I had second thoughts about going, as I figured it was the space directly above the collapsing lower wing of the building.
The only other way apart from the attic led higher up the mill. Things still looked safe so I headed towards the stairs.
Although the floor was in sound condition, I still had to move carefully in the building. It wasn’t designed for sunday afternoon walks but for grain to enter and flour to exit.
Hello mr. Red Box, we finally meet.
More huge containers.
This was a surprising turn of events. The floors had been wooden all the way up here, but suddeny one of the floors was solid concrete.
So was the roof. A part of the supporting beams were wooden, a part of them steel. I guess that in the country, who had only recently declared independence from the poor early 20th century Russia, you had to use what you would find.
It also appears that several changes were made to the mill and its machinery during the 70+ years of operations.
There was one more floor to go, but I decided I was high enough.
The last photo from outside the mill shows the area, where more modern annexes have been standing before demolition after the bankrupcy. The mill remains protected, but the municipality is at the moment making plans to redevelop the area. They are currently investigating, if it is still possible to save the mill.