Looks like a break room of some sort.
That’s not a very comfortable looking bench.
Now that is a heavy door.
There had been a police department in the building. So this is a cell.
And a very primitive one. Doesn’t fulfill modern standards.
Looks like there were plenty of them.
This looks like a doctor’s office.
I wonder what that is.
More mysterious spaces.
The final archives of the building.
The files have contained protocols of the board and council meetings of a health care union of neighbouring municipalities. These ones were from 2004. Now they are empty.
Time to aim higher.
A mental health guidance office. Just the right place for me. Sadly I’ve been battling depression and anxiety for eight years already. But don’t worry, I’ll manage.
This part of the building was used by the health care union.
And here we have more dull, white brick walls. Although initially tempting, this did turn out to be quite a boring building, as it had been cleaned so thoroughly.
The speech therapist isn’t here. They’re working at the health care center.
The most talented graffiti artists don’t come from this village.
The nurse’s room. I’ve removed the name.
Even the nurses had cleaned their rooms.
That pillar is in a very strange location.
Everything else has been taken, but the curtains remain. Strange.
Just the traditional slurs here.
This is basically the reality from now on. Empty rooms with curtains and bad graffiti. But I’ll still finish this building in the coming posts.