I recently learned that there are more than 100 000 abandoned old beautiful houses in Sweden. This is one of them. No, two.
This one apparently dropped its vestibule all of a sudden, like a bird parent pushing out its bird baby of the nest. Uh. Bad comparsion.
The floors were rotten and completely broken so I promised my mum and aunt not to walk inside.
Some good old ski shoes.
An old Mercedes. That bucket looks like me trying to draw a bucket. I have no skills in 3D drawings. Or understanding 3D for that matter. I can read diagrams and graphs like a pro, but as soon as they step out of the paper…
This is from the second building, the one that wasn’t too destroyed. Well, looked like people had been there and taken/destroyed things, but it was still pretty OK. I would never bring stuff with me from an abandoned building except for the pictures I take. Except for Adolf’s house which doesn’t exist anymore – when my uncle told me he was going to burn it down, I asked if I could take some artifacts. I thought he was joking about burning it down though, otherwise I would have saved so many things. Or, the whole house.
All those patterns. The simplicity and the kind of cheap materials are so similar to the GDR aestetics, so no wonder I feel at home where I live now.
Impressive how long the buildings last. Maybe it’s the supercold winters that deep-freezes them and then the summer with the constant sun that dries them?
Will this be back in style soon?
Found this at the entrance of the second house. It’s from August 7, 1984. Love that the logo of Norrbottens Läns Landsting still is the same (but with a new name).
Don’t know what to say. This picture captures everything about this place that I can’t put into words. Not even into pictures.
Bye bye abandoned houses. Good thing, I guess, is that it’s a big trend to save the abandoned houses (at least in the south of Sweden), maybe I’m mistaken. But fingers crossed.