So I’m back inside. Those doorways were sealed shut. Even a wardrobe had been attached on top of them.
I next did something highly unusual for me. I decided to check the basement.
I crawled through the pile of bricks until I realized where I was. This pile ran straight past the line where the old ovens of the apartments were located. This meant also, that it supported their weight.
So the school wasn’t just a bit tilted. It seems, that its foundations and frame had failed, too. Slowly, in the coming years, it would all be down here in the basement. Or any time, if something dramatic happened.
Nope. The entrance can’t be here.
There was only one more possible place for it. The green board behind the furniture was attached from only its other side.
And there was another room. Notice, how close the neighbours are despite the area being very rural.
There had obviously been one classroom at the end of the corridor, too.
Which now stored a high number of odd things.
There has originally probably been a wall between the two rooms. The blocked doorways are to the right.
I can’t determine what all of this is.
I believe that the collapsed brick wall is not the only thing at fault with the foundations. Something has happened here, too, and we’re in the other end of the building.
The school has been built after the second world war, when there was a shortage of everything. That’s why builders used what they could find and it often looked like this.
Looking back. Cutting that opening in a supporting wall may not have helped, either.
I’ve never seen lamps like this.
The back of the room included a weird pile of construction materials.
A better look at the lamps. They may not have been very effective, as modern fluorescent lamps have the tube fitted in a silver colored casing, which reflect the light downwards. At least the roof got enough light here.
I think I am done here.
This I didn’t see earlier. It’s the box of a very large TV sold in the late 2010’s in Finland. It seems the building was finally completely abandoned in 2018. And this may well have been a prize in the lottery advertised earlier.
Final views from the corridor.
The collection of different types of sofas and chairs at the back of the assembly hall.
This one was really my favorite.
A ballot box. I wouldn’t be surprised, if this place would have been a voting point in elections back in the days.
And so I am back in the evening sun. A little less than three years later the building still stands according to map records, but countdown has started. The black things on the walls are not missing paint. They are holes in the wooden cladding.