Dusk was already falling, when I reached an already familiar location. The last time I visited, I didn’t know, what it was, and didn’t find a way in. This time I was at least a bit wiser.
This building is a former box factory headquarters. The company moved here from another city in the 1930’s and manufactured wooden boxes and house elements. The boxes were even exported to Scotland to be used as whisky boxes.
The company went out of business in the early 1960’s. Other businesses have since functioned on the premises, and it’s unclear, when they have been fully abandoned.
This time there was even a suitable gap in the door.
The first sight in the hall. An old typewriter, which is something I have developed a strong liking to.
Moving inside.
This window is one of the most beautiful details I ever have seen in an abandoned building.
Whose idea has been to smash this wonderful piece of art?
Lovely light blue walls here.
The first room looked like a break or conference room.
There was a long corridor running through the center of the building.
One of the office rooms. Suggesting by the service desk and the vault, this could be the room, where employee salaries were paid back in the days of cash.
I wonder, if all the arch windows have had equally wonderful glass as the first one.
At the back the windows were different.
There were also loads of valuable looking furniture inside.
Behind this office was an archive vault.
Another front side window. Although the outside looks light, it was already around 9pm and it was getting dark.
And a backside room with all the office equipment.
Drawers covered in bird feces.
More office furniture at the back.
The final room on the front side. The old box factory can be seen through the windows.
There were stairs to the attic at the back.
The attic floor was covered in old house brochures.
And when I say covered, I mean covered.
These have been used to mark incoming goods of the factory back in the days. They are older than the 1960’s.
More old company archives. But unfortunately the attic wasn’t very interesting.
The far end of the corridor with beautiful bright chairs.
One final room with one of the few larger graffitis in the building.
That was it. One of the most spectacular, saddest and most beautiful locations I’ve explored. But that’s not all for the evening yet. Unless darknes makes it first.