Oh! A red bucket!
Oh, an almost intact mirror. But why is my left pocket so full?
Another kitchen.
A newspaper from 2005.
And another kitchen.
And another living room. Here the floor is surprisingly plastic, and years of neglect, freezing temperatures and unauthorized steps have turned it into crumbled pieces of plastic.
Three Doors Down.
Yet one more kitchen.
It’s surprising how this apartment’s walls are in such a bad shape. Yet here the floor is intact, while in the previous apartment it was vice versa.
And here we are back in the main stairway again. Third floor explored. But I’m not ready yet.
This is the final apartment, well, kind of, almost.
It was a strange small space at the top of the main staircase.
They had constructed a fairly innovative kitchen around the round window.
And from next to that apartment there was direct access to the attic.
Which was just a cold storage space, like it usually is in old blocks of flats.
That looks like the boot of a garden gnome.
A jacket bought in a flea market a few towns away.
The attic didn’t seem like that interesting to me.
The body of a bike.
Previously: a storage. Currently: a hangaround place. The light is coming from rooftop access.