Moving finally up the stairs. The second floor is quite small, only the size of the former teacher apartment wing, although there may be an attic above the classroom wing.
There was a balcony in the stairway.
I usually only find lost shoes, but here we have a lost ice skate.
Its pair must be somewhere there.
Butterflies. Not in the stomach, but on the walls.
The right answers to school assignments.
A toilet. These must be former apartments.
Whoever last was here forgot their clothes.
Somebody played with paint.
The former kitchen of the apartment. Could this area have been the former teachers’ study?
Instructions on making a whistle out of straw.
The Kebab Man Was here? I could really use him now. I’m hungry.
Coffee filters. This indeed is the former teachers’ study.
Is it just me, or does the artist need to practice a lot more.
A group photo. I’ve made it darker so that the people aren’t recognizable.
All kinds of instructions and books on the shelves.
Another look at the kitchen. The instruction files are present here, too.
Tea bags and coffee filters. After all, there are two kinds of people.
A toilet. Originally the toilet of the apartment, it has been a public toilet in the later years.
A corridor. Let’s see, where it leads.