A meat guide to using different parts of pork in different recipes. There has been a meat counter in this tiny store back in the days.

A view towards the loading dock.

Shelves inside the dairy product counter.

The price tag of a 2004 Fiat Ducato.

More spaces behind the area meant for customers. There’s even a staff bulletin board.

A book on paranormal phenomena.

Stairs to the cold and moldy basement. Not going in there.

That looks like a gravestone ad.

A fuse board.

Another office room. And this time definitely a vault.

A lot of forgotten keys.

Another office room.

A fairly old calculator and a rye flour bag of the store. I’ve removed the name of the location from the bag to hide it.

This cash register is a much modern one than the one on the counter in the store. I think this one is the last one that has been used here.

An entire book devoted to the new net sales tax. How intriguing.

A writing base with ads from local companies. Except, that they aren’t local. This one is not from here.

A brochure on imported cheese and a file by a nationwide car dealership. Oh, the randomness.

Phone books. The newest one is from 2013, so that must be near the final abandonment date.

The store has now been explored. Time to head upstairs, where I will probably find an apartment or two.

Well, it seems, that at least one inhabitant has been a fond stationary biker. Those were fashionable in the 1990’s. Even we had one.

But let’s see, what this floor has to offer.

The final location of the day was this beautiful, functionalistic old co-operative store designed by architect Erkki Huttunen. I had already discovered it the previous autumn, but back then there was no way in.

As you can see, there now is a gap between the fence and the broken window. But let’s first see what kind of threats the sheet on the door contains.

Surprisingly it doesn’t forbid anything. Instead it says we are responsible for ourselves. Well, this is an invitation, if something.

So let’s hop inside.

The store has been closed for a long time, but the apartments upstairs still had curtains way back in 2011.

Letters and numbers. For what?

A small kitchen and an even smaller vault. Or then a very vintage freezer.

An overview of the store.

The bread ads have lost their color.

The dairy product shelves.

Old phones?

“Last day to sell is not the last day to use!”. Wow.

A freezer and lots of renovation materials. This isn’t again one of those locations, which started with good intentions until they failed?

Something has been sold in this rack.

The place is a bit funny. It looks like a mixture of a hardware store and a very old grocery store.

The cash register surely is vintage.

The main entrance to the store is blocked.

As was the back window.

Another point of view towards the cash register.

And the point of view of the shopkeeper.

The total comes to 556 marks and 11 pennies, a little under 100 euros in today’s currency.

Surely that is marks. I mean nobody used cash registers like this during euro time.

As May was heading towards warmer nights, we decided to go on a weekend tour with one of my friends, whom I had met during my years at the university. We hadn’t seen eachother in ages until we decided to have a weekend roadtrip back in 2022. Back then we successfully explored this sawmill workers’ garrison, among others.

We had great fun back then, so we decided to do another trip. We brought our sleeping gear to my summer car and left for another exploration to abandoned houses in the nearby area.

The first location of the trip was this already familiar old one family house, which I had encountered for the first time in 2022. Things had changed since then. The old Lada Samara had vanished from the yard.

Otherwise the place seemed as messy as ever.

The porch had been accessible the previous time. This time we were kept out by these unnaturally long screws.

What could be seen through the broken windows of the porch was all the place was to offer this time. Here is some modern poetry.

And here’s the cupboard on the porch already seen earlier.

So much for that, then. But this was only just the start.

The final location of the day was already old news. It was the seaside villa, which I had visited and tried to enter for the first time back in 2021. I hadn’t been lucky so far.

The garden behind the house was as it used to be. There was still a path running through it.

Unfortunately the house itself seemed as closed as ever.

Stairs leading up to the back yard.

And finally the front porch. The house was as closed as ever, so I decided to go out and have dinner. I tried Sri Lankan cuisine for the first time ever. Can recommend!

The following location, again familiar from the news. This here is the former main building of a farm built in 1932. It was last rented out to a group of artists until a very familiar story happened. The city bought the building, evicted the tenants and decided to demolish it.

Local activists made initiatives to have the building protected, renovated and rented back to artists, but the city said no. In 2022 vandals and time won. The local association gave up attempts to protect the building and it was set to be replaced with a block of flats.

The porch was huge. As the house was this large, the farm must have been quite large, too.

A better look at the porch.

Moving around the house to see if there was any chance of getting inside.

Unfortunately there wasn’t. Those stairs don’t look very healthy.

Another miss. But I’ll be back.