Last rooms were different from others. They were messy and full of bottles so I was wondering if some homeless alcoholic had lived there. But it could have also been a same person who made all the beautiful paintings. Or someone else, who knows. Also the atmosphere was different from the other side of the house - more sleepy, timeless and melancholic. Maybe it was because the sun didn't reach to these rooms. On the corner of an old magazine was a note "11.05 a.m call Lisu just to say I love you".
In a kitchen were another message next to window: "Kekkonen's (President of Finland 1956-1982) borzoi has chewed these window frames". I spent a moment trying to recognise finnish plants from a picture on the kitchen table.
Outside I found a cute collection of nature stones, rusty rake and various shapes painted by the afternoon light. I found the outside toilet with a rag rug, wooden surroundings and nature light much more cosy than for example my own bathroom.