Winter Is Coming Part XII

Finally a larger room than all the usual lobbies in the patient area. Welcome to the administration complex.

This is the former canteen of the entire institution. Behind it is the former kitchen. And I’ve actually been here before. Back in my days as a reporter for the local newspaper, I once attended some kind of a ceremony here to write an article about it. This is the room, where we had coffee and Christmas tarts.

There were black plaques with writing on them, but the words didn’t make sense. The one on the left says ‘Panana’, the one on the right says ‘Pussy’.

And here we have ‘Dick’.

‘Paltama’, which doesn’t mean a thing, ‘Copulate’ and ‘Oral’. And this solves the mystery.

Back in the days the institution was owned by a union of municipalities. All of their coats and arms along with their names were displayed on the wall of the main canteen. I hope the coats of arms are in a safe place now, but someone has actually broken into this building and changed almost every single name into something dirty.

Amazingly Kärsämäki and Pyhäjärvi are still in their original form. The one down left spells ‘woman’, and Taivalkoski has lost half of its name.

The canteen seen from the direction of the main entrance. The main building consisted of four different wings: the canteen and kitchen, the administration building, the health care center and a hospital wing. This one is the one closest to the entrance of the area, the hospital wing is the one already being demolished.

It is notable, that the complex was built in several phases: first came the canteen and administration buildings in the late 1960’s, then the health care center and finally the hospital. It was the last to rise and the first to fall.

Dry broth.

Feces.

Rubber River.

Again something has happened here.

As said, behind the canteen was the kitchen, which has retained its original hexagon tile floor.

Most of the kitchen appliances had been removed, and the area wasn’t very interesting. Between the canteen and kitchen was a long corridor.

A cabinet of some sort.

Oh, it was a waiting room. Please close the windows, the sign says. But it was once again an open window, through which I managed to gain entrance.

All the four fingers of the complex were connected with these glass walled corridors. Next I’m approaching the administration building.