It was another day in the life of an an urban explorer and it looks like it was beginning with freshly made eggs.
Just kidding. I was actually approaching another house, which I’ve seen through train windows. It was right next to a very small regional railway station, which closed decades ago. The village remained very small, and that’s why to my surprise, two older ladies illegaly crossed the rails. (It is illegal in Finland to cross rails in other than marked spots). One of them pointed out the eggs to me.
But before we got there, they were rather curious about me. So I showed them the house, and asked, if they knew anything about it. They said, that the godfather of one of them owned it years ago, but it had been empty for decades. A local entrepreneur had bought it it and had some plans for it, but they never materialized.
“Do you think he’ll mind if I’ll have a look”, I wondered.
“Let’s not tell him, so he’ll probably never even get to know”, the other one said. I considered this another green light.
There was the house, but now I was faced with my first problem. It had been abandoned for so long, that no road, whatsoever could longer be found. The yard was very overgrown and a deep trench ran between the house and the railway area.
Well, time to test my durability.
I was scratched by all kinds of plants, bitten by every imaginable insect and almost fell down one trench, but I made it.
Nobody had indeed lived here in ages. At least the interior looked like it.
A very old magazine. The theme is Christmas.
10 kg of cucumbers from the other side of Finland. This co-operative was merged with a larger one in 1980.
Another mystery. A bottle of cod liver oil from a pharmacy again hundreds of kilometers away. It looks like there is something left.
The corner of the room contained some old clothes.
The ceiling was already in such a condition, that support was needed.
Rust had recolored the ovens.
That’s all that’s left of the curtains.
Looks like an old pancake pan there, on the floor.
And all kinds of old kitchen stuff.
The headline from decades ago asks, how we are going to do in these times of economic changes. A valid question still all these decades later.
A newspaper from 1977. The appearance of the other papers looks about the same so I guess they are from the same era.
One of the few pieces of furniture left.
Oh, I take that back. It was all just stored here at the back.
I wonder, what has been read here.
An article explaining, why a postal code is needed. The national mail company was starting mechanical sorting. This wasn’t just yesterday.
The year was 1971.
A social guide? I wonder what that is.
The window overlooking the overgrown front yard with railway tracks in the background.
“God is love.” Well, I am in a fairly religious area.
A flower drawing by an unknown young artist.
And one final look at the primitive kitchen and the huge baking oven. There was even an upstairs, but the state of the ceiling didn’t make it worth a visit.
This time the effort was paid off. And every time I watch this building from the train windows, I feel satisfaction.