So, upstairs we go.
The walls were colored turquoise and cream, the stairs had also been painted in cream. Most of the paint had peeled away.
The staircase had a large, tall window, like most staircases in older buildings.
A look back at the mess downstairs.
The ceiling was high in the building. That’s why the stairs took a turn in the middle.
The first room upstairs. This is where it starts to become recklessly photogenic. The light was just perfect for photography and the decay in the rooms even more perfect. From now on this will be the most beautiful set of photos I have taken so far. At least according to me.
We’re not quite at the top yet, but moving towards it.
Like in the previous dairy plant I photographed, the upstairs rooms were for workers to live in. Probably they were later let out, as several members of the Facebook group for this village recalled living there.
The rooms were very small. But back then living standards weren’t what they are now.
The further I went, the more turquoise shades the world started to get. At some point a part of the wall had been colored deep blue.
The mess upstairs included some wicker chairs, which were popular in my youth in the 1990’s.
A dead end with lots of paper.
The part of the wall colored dark blue was a support beam. The number of apartment rooms was quite large for a building so small.
The paint on the walls was in a really bad shape.
One more post to go from this location, and that’s where the best part is. Ready?