The following location was by the same small road where the previous one was located. My friend told me that a clocksmith had lived and worked there.

I was a bit sceptical at first. It was actually just a shed. But my friend’s father, who has lived his entire life in the village, confirmed, that it had indeed a home, too.

Why this is important? I keep a list of locations I’ve managed to enter. Sheds, garages and stuff like that don’t count. But as this has been a home, we’re now at 246.

The place has been very, very primitive, and it has mostly collapsed. But there is a bed, so I guess, that the story is true.

The damage was so bad, that a bigger part of the building was destroyed than intact.

This must be where he kept his tools.

There were remains of other buildings on the lot. They had been gone for decades.

Like I said, the house resembled a shed. But someone had been working and living there.

Another van standing in the grass. I can’t recognize its marque or model.

But what I can recognize is the car tax sticker from 1996. Back in the 1990’s for a couple of years it was mandatory to wear a sticker indicating that you had paid your annual car tax. It was also mandatory to remove them, but the devils didn’t want to come off.

A look at the badly worn out roof of the house.

There are no external photos of it, but now I’m inside the other building on the lot seen behind the third Volvo and the second van.

It is rather evident, that there’s a sauna here. But the building was larger than that.

The stove and the toilet seem both out of place. Is this again a case of failed renovations?

Two stoves? I think this is only explained by renovations.

A photograph of a row house. Interesting. It is quite common for farm houses to have an aerial photo of the farm on the wall, but this is something new.

Next to the sauna was a lounge. Quite a comfortable place to relax after a bath or on a break.

Plush couches and paintings on the wall. Quite something.

One more photo of the main building and one of the unidentified vans. Apparently the owner was hoarding only Volvos and vans.

And here’s the 345 again. Even it is fitted with a car tax sticker from 1996.

A closer look for some reason. The model with these looks was manufactured between 1976 and 1981. My primary school music teacher drove a blue one.

Heading back. The yard was closed by quite a heavy gate for some reason.

And they certainly didn’t like visitors.

Exploration over. But this place wasn’t the only abandoned place by that road.

At this point my summer tour had taken me to the small rural village, where my friend from high school lived. We had lunch together with their family and after that set sail to new locations they had found for me during the winter.

When entering the area, we were first greeted with a late 1980’s Ford Transit.

And there we have the house with two more cars: an early model Volvo 345 to the right and its successor, the Volvo 440 to the left. There’s also the house.

The 300-series wasn’t exactly the most beautiful Volvo. It actually looks pretty sad.

A second Volvo 440 and another van. So this guy was hoarding Volvos and vans?

Welcome to the hall. This looks like a nice greeting.

As you clearly can see, the collapse of the house has advanced pretty far.

The ceiling probably doesn’t last too many winters.

A horizontal view from the same spot.

Artificial flowers have been used as decoration.

That’s rotten.

They’ve played Alias here!

The stairs up. As the ceiling was in such a bad condition, I didn’t go.

A lot of random stuff hanging here, most of which I don’t even recognize. I don’t think I have ever seen a crossbow in an abandoned house before.

An old, portable radio. This was the last photograph from the main building, but there was still a lot to explore on the lot.

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.

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.