I Don’t Think I’m Welcome

Earlier that summer I was introduced to a fellow urbexer. My friend told me, that this person knew loads of potential locations, but was very careful about them. We started following each other on Instagram, and this proved to be very handy.

Every time I was near an interesting location, this person would send me some tips. And that’s how I found this wonderful old villa.

The place was located in a small village by a railroad.In the early 20th century a brick factory was built there. The company operating it later grew and grew and later had several different factories in the village. After the factories closed down in the 1980’s pretty much everything else was closed in the village, too.

This villa was pretty close to the factory and probably was inhabited by its staff. Old maps show, that there were several buildings on the same lot. Now this one is the only one barely standing.

When tipping about this villa, my fellow urbexer mentioned a strange detail about it. I was a bit sceptical about it first, but…

My scepticism faded when I approached the porch. Can you see something strange here?

That is barbed wire. It is all over the stairs, which look pretty much rotten. That doesn’t look like a good combination.

I found another entrance, but it was an even worse mess. Whoever owned this place certainly didn’t want visitors. And I didn’t want to get cuts, so I left.

Published by desertedfinland

A Finnish Urban explorer & Photographer

6 thoughts on “I Don’t Think I’m Welcome

  1. I cannot tell you how many times I had to walk through barbed wire. If you wear an old pair long pants and take your time, barbed wire is manageable. Of course, it sucks and you really need to take your sweet time and be careful, but it is doable.

    Razor wire is another story, and this type of security wire is something that does actually scare me. And yes, razor wire will cut right through firefighting gear and cause severe injury. I was warned about the dangers of razor wire when I was doing my basic training as a firefighter, and unfortunately, I have seen people narrowly escape injury, yet destroyed their gear simply by coming into contact with it. It’s nasty stuff.

    1. Once again the differences of Finland and America become very clear. After photographing hundreds of locations, this is the only one, where I’ve experienced barbed wire. I did manage to enter the place at a later date without a scratch, twice, actually. And it was totally worth it.

      1. Agree. The difference between the United States and Finland is that barbed wire in Finland is used as a deterrent, whereas in the United States, it is used to intimidate, injure, and kill.

      2. Yes. After reading uer.ca for some time. I’ve really realized what a heaven for urban explorers this country is.

  2. Hey, I’m interested in doing some exploringand practicing photographing, but cannot find anything, so I thought If there is any way you could share the location of this, or the old villa from one of your previous posts?

    1. I’m sorry, Blue. I never reveal locations to strangers, unless they have been demolished or renovated. That’s my way of protecting the little bit that is left to protect. That’s also sort of the code in this sport.

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