Wait a second. Isn’t this…
… the Language House of the Vantaankoski school seen in a beautiful autumn scenery?
Oh yes, it is. Like I said in my previous post, I was tired of letting interesting locations vanish. And as the demolition date of this one got closer and closer, I decided it was time to try a third time to finish this exploration.
I was last left at the former teacher apartment wing in the original, 1950’s village school, so that’s where I decided to continue from.
It was early in October and the autumn was already underway. Yet there was still more green than orange in the trees. This is something I hadn’t yet gotten used to after living in the north for such a long time.
This looks like somebody has decided to destroy the parquette floor and throw everything downstairs.
And so I reach the first unexplored parts of the school.
The materials in the kitchen seem again old enough to be original from the 1950’s. Don’t towns seriously ever renovate their properties?
Ella is a little pig, it says.
The attempt to cover the windows with garbage bags hasn’t gone too well.
The rooms featured several large pieces of graffiti.
The garden at the back of the building was still completely green.
Some of the apartments even featured small balconies.
That one says something about the jaw dropping to the floor.
Someone says they masturbated here in May 2020. Thank you for the information.
Behind the windows you can see my main target for the day: the 1960’s main school building.
Another type of balcony. The doors there are incredibly narrow.
What comes after live?
Another live. It should have been love and laugh.
Come to think of it, I don’t think that this apartment wing has been in use for years. The kitchens really are that old, and although the school has been vacant for a year, it doesn’t explain the amount of paint, which has peeled off the roof on the rooms on the South side of the building.
Up towards the attic we go.
And there we have a pink Minion.
Something I didn’t expect to see: Snoopy in a MILF shirt. I really have to admire the imagination of the people making these.
There was no access to the attic this time. Someone’s started breaking the glass tiles, but has given up half way. This creates a nice light.
So much for the Language House. Time to head back downstairs and towards the main school.