Between the ruins of the third floor balcony door was another old recipe booklet. Although I am a devoted carnivore, I don’t find these recipes very tasty. Basically they were all the same: take a chunk of meat, put in an oven, add some very basic spices and enjoy. Sounds like quite dry to me.
Entering the apartment on the middle floor.
A funny detail. On the top floor the only balcony was accessible from the stairway. On the middle floor it was only accessible from one of the apartments.
The kitchen of the second apartment. As you can see, things have changed quite radically since 2010 here, too.
This was the corner, where I took one of my all time favorite photos. It can’t be replicated anymore.
The gym equipment has been moved from the kitchen to this room. The white, princess-like lace curtains have vanished. And the floor seems to be a bit bubbly.
The window isn’t very useful anymore.
A part of the walls in the kitchen were painted orange, a part yellow.
This same pile of junk looked a bit different way back in 2010.
I do understand, why the chair has wanted to escape the destruction.
The fireplace in 2021 and in 2010.
Behind the room with the fireplace was a long, narrow room, which was connected with the fireplace room but had no window. The roof panels make me wonder, if this space originally was the canteen of the slaughterhouse, as it was very common to have such in larger workplaces. That would make the kitchen in this apartment the kitchen of the whole factory.
The box has contained shrimp. Pietro is the name of the food wholesale company, which occupied the premises after the slaughterhouse closed. The wholesale company went bankrupt in the early 1990’s.
A birthday card, where someone has gifted the receiver an extra number for a lottery. I’m not sure if this is genuine or the ad of the national lottery company.
My theory of this space being the canteen was supported by the fact that there was a second entrance to the large, windowless space directly next to the entrance to the kitchen.
At this point I looked up. I saw something, which made me look at my exploration in a completely new light.
As the building’s walls have been made of bricks, I’ve always thought, that the floors would be made of concrete. At this point I realized, they were wooden.
At this point I realized, that water had been running through the roof and through the floors for more than a decade. At this point I realized, that the wet wood above me was the floor I had been walking on just minutes earlier.
I chose to become super careful.
The other end of the corridor contained another pile of lumber. This one didn’t look as good as the previous one in the other section of the building.
A look back towards the room with the fireplace from the dark corridor. This section of the building has now been explored. Time to open the next door.