Back in 2010 the wallpaper was intact. First they’ve drawn on it, then ripped it away. The chair has gone missing, but apparently the paper downstairs has been moved here.
I actually wonder, if there are any intact windows left in this part of the building.
A look back. The kitchen floor didn’t look like that when I was here the last time. It had a light brown plastic carpet.
The worn out mess and the trees in their brightest summer green make quite a contrast.
A closer look at the hole in the roof. The wet insulation is trying to escape.
If I didn’t know I’ve been here, I wouldn’t recognize this room.
Back in 2010 there was a large rug on the wall. It has vanished somewhere.
There was a small alcove. It was a bit difficult to understand its purpose, as there was no way it could fit a bed. And if it could, the cupboard would be unusable.
A Swedish newspaper from 1955. It’s rare to find that old ones.
Those red and white things are actually little recipe booklets published by the slaughterhouse to advertise their products.
It took me a long time to figure out where this picture was taken. That was until I realized, that the door I’ve just opened must be the one behind the dark leather couch. There is a small room with cupboards behind the kitchen and the white room. It leads to a corridor, which in turn leads to other apartments on the top floor. This apartment actually had two entrances.
The booklets also contain instructions on how to barbecue. The first question is ‘why do we barbecue?’. What is that of a question really? It makes food delicious.
It looks like the room had a beautiful wooden floor, which was in an awful shape and extremely dirty. I hadn’t noticed this, because it was covered with carpets back in 2011.
Looking at the old picture made me notice something extremely strange. The orance couch in the corner has changed. Last time around it was made of leather. And it isn’t the leather couch on the left of this picture. Very strange.
I mean, I do understand, that things are tossed around in places like this, but to change a couch in an abandoned building is not very common.
Dutch cucumbers. I’ve edited the box so that the name of the village written in black ink is no longer visible.
I’ve now explored the first apartment. There’s still a lot to be seen.