The first room by the corridor was a mess. There’s a large fabric covering carboard boxes with Chinese writing on them and some desks at the back.
Behind them were even more boxes of something important needed in running the welfare centre.
Another room with lots of closets, but this one was different from the previous ones. These doors couldn’t be locked. Also I don’t see a fridge, which of course doesn’t mean, that there wouldn’t be one.
This is also the first room, where decay in the form of falling off paint can be seen. Take a look at the roof.
It’s sort of cute that someone has written two notes on the door for making sure nobody gets out without permission. But it gets quite dark when you realize that you are in a mental asylum and doors are locked to really keep people there.
This was the reason I didn’t use the main staircase in the first place. It was blocked by all kinds of mysterious stuff.
Now entering ward five a little later than allowed. Same warning sign in this door, too.
They have been all set for a Chinese carnival here. Sadly there became no celebrations.
More lockers. One of the keys is similar to the ones in the key closets, but that is no wonder. That was the most common type of key in Finland for decades.
Another small storage room, but this one’s probably related to daily chores, as the text on one of the cupboard doors says aprons.
Walking towards the light. Note, that the floor is cleaner on the other side.
Room 15 was very small. Yet it was one of the few rooms in this wing with a door with a small window in addition to isolation.
Someone didn’t like their meal?
A nice little window with a less nice view to the parking lot. The greenness of the early summer nature is quite a contrast to the rainy sky, grey parking lot and decay of the hospital.
One final look back towards the corridor I just came through.
Someone has taped a welcome to the floor. I hope this has been done after the mental asylum years.
This, if I interpret correctly, is a former side entrance to the old main building.
And this is a different and much more modern looking door. Which I guess means, that we’re entering the third, newest and final wing of the mental asylum.