That evening I decided to quit photographing early and went to a random bar. I first met a lovely couple in their 50’s, with whom I discussed all kinds of deep things. They even gave me their number and told me to call when I was around the next time. They promised to cook dinner.
They left and I found myself talking to a rather shady guy, who was almost 50, but wanted to pick up 20 year old girls. The issue was, he said, that he couldn’t understand their language anymore. For one reason or another, I went to a nightclub with him, but managed to lose him quickly.
I was completely wasted, but not wasted enough not to recognize the doorman, who had been a Temptation Island participant the previous year. I was unfortunately wasted enough to start giving him feedback from the show. Luckily positive.
And in the end at half past four I found one of my friends from my time at the university in the karaoke. She was attending a festival in town despite living on the other side of Finland.
Needless to say, I was extremely hungover in the morning and couldn’t even dream of driving. I first sought a grill to get a hamburger from, and then headed to a location, which I had seen countless times through train windows.
In Swedish hangover is called ‘dagen efter’, which translates to the day after. This was my day after.
There it is. It has been abandoned at least since around 2010.
It has recently been sealed, though.
It looks like there has been a balcony, but it has collapsed. The door doesn’t seem to be open.
But apparently it was, because here I am in the hall, and I can’t remember climbing windows this time.
Old photos were on the floor of the hall.
It was dark downstairs.
The materials inside were quite old fashioned.
There was a large bookshelf in the living room. And a wall to wall carpet, which is rare in Finland.
Even the TV was ancient. From the 1980’s or early 1990’s, I guess.
Funny. Most furniture was gone, but a lot of personal items remain.
Extremely old photos. They are so old, that I decided not to blur them.
The inhabitant had been given a diploma. The surname is very rare, but also familiar. A kid in my kindergarten had the same one. The name is so rare, that they are probably related.
Poetry from the 1940’s. Quite a discovery.