Back in 2010 this corridor was so full of paper it was almost impossible to pass through. The paper has been replaced with moldy sawdust from the roof.
It was increasingly starting to look like the roof was coming down in every single room on the top floor. A sad sight. Here it wasn’t just the insulation, which had fallen down. Structures of the roof were fully rotten.
The door to the right opened to a small hall which led further to a kitchen. It had been yellow.
There was a very small toilet in here. Those floor tiles were once again familiar.
The roof was collapsing, the wallpapers were coming off and everything was covered in mold.
Back in 2010 I photographed a butterfly on the window. Now there is nothing for the poor things to sit on.
The kitchen in 2010 and 2021. Somebody has removed the large canisters.
A look at the power station from the top floor windows.
Dope.
Hope.
A very interesting feature. There was a small alcove with an integrated bunk bed.
And rounding off the dope and hope is of course 69. Those are the basis of life.
The strange thing was that even this apartment had two entrances. The third apartment on the top floor had only one, this one. Let’s move on there in the following post.
But as you can see, I wasn’t alone in this building. There were several birds living here too, and they scared me shitless, when they escaped through the broken windows. I probably scared them shitless, too.
That number is my favorite. I’m a lesbian, so this should come as no surprise. lol
When I was 20 and campaigned in the elections of the student union, I got the same number. My campaign slogan was “the most important thing is not the position, it’s the result’. Didn’t get through š