I was already leaving town. I had given my childhood friend a call and told her she could be expecting me to land to surf on her couch in about an hour. But I am already infamous among my friends for always giving too optimistic estimates. Because I always spot something interesting.
This time it was this. A fairly ordinary one family home with no windows.
Again it was all open doors.
And the open door had sort of been placed like a red carpet in front of the entrance.
A very old book was laying in the doorway.
Right next to the entrance were stairs to the basement. I skipped it, as usual.
And right next to the stairs was a small bathroom.
Although it was small, there was a shower. This was a bit surprising. I would have expected the shower and sauna to be downstairs in the basement out of my reach.
Next we enter the very old fashioned kitchen. I wouldn’t be surprised if all the drawers and cupboards were original from whenever this place was built.
“I’ve broken places”, it says. Please don’t.
A very old stove.
The roof wasn’t looking too healthy.
Newspapers from 2004. I wonder, if it is actually possible, that the house was abandoned that long ago.
The kitchen from another direction.
This is probably the former living room. I wonder, what the graffiti is trying to display.
There has probably been a fireplae in this corner, too. Now there’s just a pile of thrash.
The bedroom. There was a factory of some kind on the opposite side of the road.
The walls had an interesting flower pattern near the top. It reminds me of several old mental asylums I’ve visited, such as this one.
The corner contained a pile of books. We’ll take a closer look at them in the next post.