So this is room 105. If this is what the song is about, I’ll reject the invitation. Better sleep in my car.
The size layout in every room was pretty much the same.
You can actually only tell them apart by furniture. This one is to the other side and it is slightly larger.
Also the wall colors differ. Some have been painted red or yellow while others remain white.
There was a balcony at the end of the ground floor corridor. Municipal homes often were built in rural areas and had their own farms, as it was thought, that it would be good for the people to participate in the daily running of the places.
Looking back towards the direction we came from.
A hatch in the floor. This is probably where the main water supply could be opened or closed. I doubt those will turn anymore.
A radiator on its way out.
Important instructions.
Time to go a floor up to see what awaits there.
Interesting metal rivets await there.
As well as large cartons of eggs. I’m happy that the eggs don’t seem to hang around anymore. The smell could be pretty foul.
Approaching, approaching. And finally there’s lots of light.
A pile of random junk in the stairway even includes a bike wheel.
But now, moving on to the first floor. As you can see, this is going to be a looooong story.