It’s 8.40 am and time for our final location of the morning. The place was located just outside capital region, just some kilometers to be honest. It was located outside a small town center behind a mental asylum closed down in 1999 and converted into apartments. It was called the Chinese Quarter. Or China Hill. Or just China.
There are several theories to this strange name. One theory is, that the name comes from Chinese immigrant workers, who arrived to the town in 1916. Another theory was, that the builders, who built the houses in the late 1940’s named them after China, because it was known that families will move in.
But whatever. The Chinese Quarter was two old wooden residential houses built for the mental asylum staff and completed in 1949. Originally they were identical and had both 8 apartments with 40 square meters with a room, kitchen and alcove. In 1961 half of the other building was destroyed, when Christmas tree candles started a large fire. It was never rebuilt, which can soon be seen.
After the mental asylum closed, the houses became municipal rental apartments. When their condition deteriorated enough, the municipality decided to demolish them. The last tenants left a year ago and the demolition desicion became a news headline. That’s how I found the spot.
So here we have house number one, the one which was damaged by fire. I somehow think, that the chimney has been built later than the house.
And ther we have house number two, which is twice as large. To the right are the foundations of the burned section of the first house.
The front door of the first house. The only thing behind it were stairs up to the second floor. This means that the first floor apartments have separate entrances somewhere.
Why is the rum gone?
A better look at the stairs inside. Although the door was locked, we managed to enter by opening the door through the broken window.
Upstairs there were two apartments, nothing else. The first door was missing a lock, but had actually been shut permanently using long screws.
The second door had a rather strong looking lock. So, yes, an entry. But no, not much to be seen.
The floor was… umm, really?
I wonder, if they still distribute mail here.
The most logical place to find an entrance was to go to the back of the house. Behind it was a lot of old furniture and stuff.
A good guess. The two doors downstairs lead to the apartments, but I wonder what that middle door is for.
The first apartment was inaccessible. But it really seems to be what was promised: a kitchen, a room and an alcove.
A look through the door to the second apartment. Perhaps here is a way in.
Oh yes. Here’s the kitchen.
And here’s the room. But where is the alcove?
Aren’t they just lovely. The kitchen cupboard is right behind the wall in the corner.
I mean they wrote their snapchats with the words good luck on the wall. This was surely very wise, as there are creeps like me running around these places.
But now that I edited these photos, I actually sent one of them this picture. They are yet to reply, and I’m sure they’ll never watch the photo. Such is the amount of shit young girls receive from anonymous senders these days.
The kitchen looked pretty neat and modern. I suspect the 1990’s.
Yellow was a dominant color in the doors. That is actually pretty cute. If the ugly plastic floor was different, I could have liked this apartment.
The rural scenery seen through the broken window of apartment number one.
So far I’ve visited 4 doors. 8 to go.
Such is the amount of shit young girls receive from anonymous senders these days.
Not just young girls… ALL girls get all sorts of messages from men on social media, myself included.
I want to assure you, that my point was never to deny what all girls have to receive. I referred to young girls, because the girls who wrote their Snapchats on the wall clearly were too young to see the unfortunate and unacceptable consequenses of it.