Turns out I was actually pretty much right. The upstairs had another coat rack right at the door. Besides, the mail came to a different person. The upstairs was a separate apartment.
There was even a large wood powered oven upstairs. That part of the house must have been well built, as those things are heavy.
Although two different apartments, both of the families living in the house have loved paper industry products. Here, cardboard boxes are the thing.
And so have bright colors.
That pint of lager isn’t very old. They’ve only sold it for a few years.
An interesting pattern on the mattress. And an interesting color on the fireplace.
There was wallpaper even on the roof. Now it’s falling off.
A urinal bottle? In Finland we call them ‘the Duck’.
Probably something important for someone. I can’t read that. I hardly even can figure out, which way it is.
Beach Girl, 1981 edition.
The standard lonely boot. A very strange one. And a bag of double layered toilet paper, a luxury back in the days, a standard nowadays. I think the one I use even has three layers.
And so we are back outside. A vintage chair and a coffee cup filled with rain water.
That was when we realized, that there was a tractor path from the neighbouring farm to the abandoned house. Our trek through the dense, Finnish jungle had all been in vain.
Wool socks and razors? What is this?
As there was no toilet or shower in the house, this was where the inhabitants washed themselves all the way to the end: the sauna in the corner of the old cow shed. That thing looks like a very old laundry machine.
A group of weather concious Cinderellas have had a meeting here.
The sauna, now very messy and moldy.
The water for washing was heated in the big cauldron. Even our summer cottage had a system like this back in the 1990’s, but it also had a toilet and shower built inside the house back in the 1970’s.
The house can be seen in the back. The doors lead to the sauna and the privy, and the rest of the building is for farming. A very ordinary setup in rural Finland before the welfare state, as I’ve said many times before.
Mission completed. We didn’t notice the neighbour on the yard, so we left through their driveway. I took a shower at my friend’s place (remember, I was still living in a car), and went to a local bar to find a place to stay for the night. Didn’t find one, though, but it was quite an adventure ranging from an angry incel conspiracy theorist to a lady, who had escaped her ex boyfriend, who had arrived to barbecue and drink beer on her yard. She found a group of four men, and they all set off to drive the ex away.
When a sweet 70 year old grandmother was thrown out of the bar for throwing a tantrum at the bartender, I decided to call it a night and sleep in my car.
In my younger days, I embarked on many adventures while frequenting bars. I’ve witnessed some truly wild and unforgettable moments, from women tossing their bras onto the antlers of a taxidermy deer head mounted above the bar, to a friend getting so inebriated that he stripped naked, climbed atop the jukebox, and punched a hole in the ceiling. I even saw someone ride their motorcycle right through the bar. Reflecting on these experiences, I’m grateful I gave up drinking a few years ago.
And I thought I had a wild youth. Why have I missed all these parties? 😀
I once worked at a summer camp, and when the kids went to bed, all of us went out to the local bar where it all happened. A few years later when I got my first fire department job, I met a lot of lesbian women through work… And… I’ll leave it to your imagination how that went… 😉
The wild youth of Thomas W. P. Slatin 😀
Although who am I to blame, as I have my own adventures, which aren’t even in the past yet 😉