And so I am gathering more speed from downstairs. I believe, that this definitely was the reception desk, as those hooks have stored room keys. There have been surprisingly many of them.
There was a second stairway. And this, I believe, is in its original condition.
I wonder, why the light upstairs is so peachy. But here’s one apartment.
A bedroom. It looks like it’s just waiting for guests.
There are some hints, that I’m not the only unauthorized visitor.
The mess on the floor suggests, that there hasn’t been anybody here in ages.
The kitchen was old fashioned, but well equipped.
The peachy light is again visible.
And the source of the peachy light, dear readers: the curtains in one room.
The door between the apartment and the loft was again locked. There were signs of an attempted break-in, so I wasn’t the first urbexer to visit the location. But as I don’t break things, the loft remained off bounds for me.
A rather primitive interior here.
A collection of Russian VHS-cassettes. I’ve seen some before, too.
A small toilet with leaky pipes, it seems.
And another locked door. This was all the main building had to offer.
But it’s not the end of this exploration.