The original ovens were still in the house. These are sought after nowadays.
Somebody has tried practising the alphabet.
So much for the downstairs. Time to head up.
Hopefully there’s more light there.
The house has probably been built after the war. Back then there was a shortage of everything, and all spare wood was used. The building quality is not that good, though.
The door to the collapsed balcony.
It almost looks as if the upstairs had been left partially unfinished.
But still there were ovens, so the upstairs was liveable.
The roof has started to give up.
Actually it is starting to look like somebody has ripped off the wallpapers and insulations. Another aborted renovation?
If that was the case, they hadn’t gotten very far.
A small red drawer.
Heading back down.
And here’s one final photo of the building. It still stands by the railroad.