Visited 4.10.2013 by jonahi. I read from this whole street lined by abandoned blocks of flats from internet. It had previously been inhabited by gypsies, and in the late 1990's the city council had built a high wall between the gypsy houses and the houses on the other side of the street inhabited by Czech people. Sounds a bit brutal to me to try to build a ghetto for the Romans at that time, but the city officials were blaming the noise and other disturbances that they made. However, the wall was quite rapidly decided to tear down. Nowadays these houses stand as empty skeletons on the edge of the city, and I have to admit that I was a bit nervous because of the combination of my camera and some of the wandering dumpster divers and other shady characters hanging around there. The houses had basically nothing but rubbish inside, all the floors had crashed down and the insides were completely destroyed. Some of the apartments still had nice wallpapers though. I liked the street view the most, it was very impressive, but the atmosphere was a bit too restless, telling me that this place is not anywhere near as forgotten.
Visited 5.10.2013 by skkye. I spotted this farm when hitchhiking nowhere particularly, just searching places to photograph and explore. It was amazing to walk among those big skeletons of tractors, half-rotten animal sheds and old rusty car hidden under the tarp while autumn had painted nature with the same colours than the buildings were.
The road to the main building was quite a jungle but we made it, however. The house was a little bit messy but full of treasures like binoculars, piles of books, beautiful handmade hunting knives, jars of spices and old brownish skates. There was also a ragged dead mouse on the floor among discolored butterflies. The only living thing in the house was mold in the basement and there was A LOT of it. I tried to breath as little as possible because it felt so dangerous. The mold looked like dirty snow or cotton wool, it was growing on the walls, floors, ceilings, doors - everything.
Afterwards we heard that this house has its owners, so even though it's nowadays rotten and moldy, I highly recommend not to go there. Somebody might get angry.
Visited 22.8.2013 by skkye. This house lies near by my school and I spotted it while my class was identifying plants outside. After school day I packed my camera and walked towards the house through a field which was almost impenetrable with thistles which were tearing big holes to my tights. Luckily one of the windows was broken and it made it easy to climb in.
All the rooms were bathing in the afternoon light and it made the house feel attractive and warmhearted. There was one room in the attic, I believe it has belonged to a teenager (boy?) because it was full of posters of famous people and some woodwork, such as self-made little wooden guitar. The ground floor was beautiful with its old furniture, flower curtains and walls crying brown tears. I spent a lot of time reading books from the last centuries about advices to educate people to fear god, downsides of alcohol and some romantic fiction to soldiers. I was feeling welcome and didn't have any hurry to go out. It almost felt that the house was whispering forgotten secrets and memories to my ears. I'd love to live in a house like that.
Next day I asked my teacher about the house and he told me that there is some heritage disagreement or something like that so house has its owners and we students can't make any plans to repair it (somebody had asked the same questions already). I felt sorry for the beautiful house which probably will be just forgotten and decay within the years. After all, right now it's still standing and capable to tell stories from the past - I hope that people who are ready to listen will find it and have a nice afternoon in the sunlight walking through the history in those cute little rooms.