Our next stop wasn’t very far away. It was a big old farm house right next to the highway passing the village.
My guide told me, that the inhabitants moved to Sweden way back in the early 1980’s. They tried to sell the house, but as they couldn’t find a buyer, they used it as their summerplace for years before abandoning it alltogether.
And here it is.
When they left, they didn’t even lock the doors.
This was the first greeter in the large hall.
It seems, that some time has passed since anybody was here.
The box has contained Hungarian fruit.
The combined kitchen and living room featured all kinds of piled stuff.
Even this location featured a lot of stylish old furniture.
Some of the stuff really seemed out of place.
A Swedish newspaper from 1982. The headlines are about Italy winning their third football world championship and the only grocery store of some village being abandoned and thrashed.
The huge fireplace had cracked.
The kitchen was very primitive. And almost the entire floor was covered with large, probably homemade carpets.
People have been spending time here as late as 1999, as they have received greetings from Naxos to this address. I’ve again done some erasing to conceal the place.
Old magazines and glasses. Again the year 1999 is visible, which hints at something.
Important papers and a decoration.
Those flowers have been dead for some time.
A closer look at the kitchen. Even the dish cloth sits where it was last left.
A closer look at the mess on the counter. Even the spoons and forks rest on their place.
A bedroom. It even looks like the bed still has sheets.
A sewing box.
Fish made of birchbark.
An old oven, a painting and a mini rug.
The view from the bedroom door.
To be continued.
I have a friend who lives nearby who recently stumbled upon an abandoned house from the 1990’s. The lights were left on, and everything else was left behind, completely untouched. I love places like this as they capture the spirit and feelings of the 90’s, which was, the best decade of my life, despite the immense hardships that I endured.
Wow! Quite a discovery.
The 1990’s was a good time. I was still a child so I didn’t have a worry in the world.
For me, the 1990’s were a time of absolute freedom, as well as a lot of memories of adventures that will last a lifetime. Unfortunately, it was also a decade where I was dealing with family rejection, loss, and a time when I had to make my own way, starting at the young age of 16. Still, despite the hardships, it is a decade that I would love to return to, if only for a day of nostalgia and wonder.
I would also like to return there. Not because of greater times in my life, but greater times in the world. The iron curtain had fallen, Finland was enjoying a tech boom thanks to Nokia and in general there was optimisim about a brighter future.