The same view as in the previous photo, this time just less eerie, with more light.
And here we are, back in the beginning. As the upstairs was divided into several apartments, I went down the stairs, walked through all of the ground floor and went upstairs from the other end to see, what there would be.
At least I was given guidance.
One more apartment to go.
And the attic! But not yet.
Modern electrics.
Inside the final apartment.
Well, it wasn’t a very big one. None of them were.
Like I said, the roof looked intact. But otherwise the house was in a very bad shape.
A nice, small alcove here.
Moving towards the attic, I spotted this ad for blades used in the forest industry. It dates to 1977.
A very, very old magazine. Even this one was from the 1970’s or early 1980’s.
Finally the attic. I bet I could have found all kinds of treasures from under the filth, but getting my hands messed by mouse shit didn’t interest me.
The return from the attic was pretty scary and didn’t allow a lot of margin for error.
But I found myself out safely and also found the place, where the local youth hangs out, drinks beer and grills sausages while destroying the house.
I was lucky to explore this house again, as it had been demolished by the next time I returned to the village a year later.