Time for another personal revelation about my self: I don’t speak with my family. I haven’t done it in several years by now. I don’t accept their behaviour towards me, they refuse to accept that they have done anything wrong and continue their extremely and mentally abusive behaviour. As there has been no way of getting my message through, I decided to leave.
Since then I have only discussed with them if it has been completely necessary. And recently I received a message from them: they are moving to another location, could I please come and collect my childhood stuff away. I asked them not to be at home when I arrive, and asked the friend with whom I recently did the early morning adventure, to accompany me just in case.
So we drove to my home region, got all of the things that were important to me and we could fit in the car. While driving up North, we spotted some interesting locations. While on our way back, we stopped at them to have a closer look.
What first caught our attention, was this ruin. A former locally important assembly place and concert venue, it was destroyed by fire around year ago. But that wasn’t what made us stop.
It was the neighbouring lot. There were two old houses and a shed, which had been covered by a thick forest only until recently. The forest had been chopped and the houses revealed.
Somebody had broken in through the door, but all the windows were covered. There was probably very little light inside, but luckily I had brought my headlamp.
The stairs were almost completely rotten away.
The hall had beautiful wood panelling. And also a cupboard under the stairs. Would that be suitable for a wizard?
Dark, wooden panels were the thing in this house. Quite an unusual feature.
There was some clothing left. The thing hanging on the wall is actually a cap with a transparent plastic visor. I remember having one of my own in the early 1990’s.
A train timetable from 1990 and other miscellaneous papers. The note to the left of it contained names and phone numbers, so I blurred it. Sorry for that.
Most likely the former kitchen.
When only equipped with a headlight, several small things turned pretty creepy.
The toilet. Although equipped with a headlight, moving around and photographing inside such a dark place was pretty difficult.
An old postcard with a wintry scenery. And lots of dirt on the floor. I don’t think we are the first visitors here.
A room with old counters and racks. Interesting.
A newspaper from 1993 with tensions in the Balkans rising.
A small room with a wall of cupboards and lots of clothes inside.
More interesting stuff. It was starting to look like this place had become a storage years ago. Here you can see another reason to why the windows are covered. They’re all broken.
This is, where it gets interesting. An undated newspaper, but the first news item about alcohol legistlation features minister Toimi Kankaanniemi, who was the minister of development aid and alcohol legistlation between 1991 and 1994. Yes, we did have a minister for that.
The more interesting thing is that this is the local newspaper published in Lapland and we are nowhere near Lapland right now. The delivery address is also to a village in Lapland, not to this house.
The search for the solution to this mystery continues.