After my summer car broke down I returned to my former home town, which I had left just a year earlier. Most of what I did there during my stay of one and a half weeks is probably not very interesting to the readers of this blog. After all, this is an urbex diary.
So let’s skip them and get to the interesting part. When the sign says no trespassing, there probably is something for me.
This area is a late 1960’s – early 1970’s built central institution for the mentally disabled. This is where they lived, studied and were treated for decades.
But like the case is with mental asylums, time passed institutions like this. The patients have been moved to more modern and smaller institutions and this one has been emptied to make way for a new residential area.
The area was more like a city within a city. It was made up of ten separate buildings with different functions. The use of the area ended in 2019.
The building seen in the first picture was the administration building. This one was one of many identical ones, which housed the patients.
Another patient building.
We did explore the entire, large area, but weren’t alone. There were several people walking their dogs and even a large group of young men painting a graffiti.
There were some signs of vandalism and some windows covered with plywood. Degrading had started.
We didn’t find a point of entry. The most intresting thing we found was the graveyard of old garden swings.