Like every Easter I travelled back to the town I was born in to spend some quality time with my godson. It’s already a tradition.
And an equal tradition is, that during one of the days I and the godson’s father escape somewhere to do urban exploration.
Here we are just a few hundred meters from one of my old childhood homes. And this place is famous in town.
It was built in the 1850’s and was originally the main building of a farm. It was enlarged again in the 1890’s. It’s one of the oldest remaining buildings in town.
In the 1900’s it has been a public school, a rehabilitation center for mentally disabled and most recently a child caring institution. This institution is known by everybody in the town and kids who ended up here were disliked and feared back in my youth.
The building has been unused since 1999, and the town has made attempts to have it demolished. Yet it stands.
We never expected to gain an entry, but I really wanted to document the place for once.
It really was large for a wooden building.
Just as I expected. No way in.