Frau Elsbeth and Disco Dave. Kottmarsdorf. April 22

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Situated on a long straight road, caught a glimpse as I was driving by, alas nowhere to stop and a few cars behind me, I drove on.

Fuck it! I have to go back and check. Eventually a place to turn around

Back I went, drove straight past it, fuck sake concentrate.

Yup, that's right, took me ages to be able to turn around.....AGAIN.... but turn around I did.

Executive decision made, fuck the traffic, I am stopping right outside.

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Now what do I do? Can't really park up on a busy main road. best thing to do? Yup, park on the over grown drive and to hell with it.

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Just got to find a way in!

C'mon
Lets mooch

I often get asked, "How do you know the place is abandoned?"

Well I think in this instance a flooded cellar is a bit of a give away

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Just the usual detritus in the kitchen area

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Sausage guardian

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Now then , this is my kind of room, lots of treasure promised, just got to dig around a bit and hope you don't slice your finger open or get a stick injury as you root around.

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Did existence come to a shuddering stop in April?

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Guess no one will be choking the chicken to "hip hop honeys", no more.

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Is this our chicken choker? Expo-Disco, very 1970's

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Wonder who was awarded this certificate for "Safe guarding the work force"?

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Or this award for being a "health ambassador"

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Dark Corners

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Post cards, yes in this modern era of snapagram and what other artificial intelligence is destroying society, ( and don't get me started on the 'social media influencers". GET A PROPER FUCKING JOB YOU WANKERS )
I send postcards, there is something special, something personal, something real about sending and receiving postcards from foreign climes.

I digress.

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2005 training roster for part time volunteer firemen at nearby town of Kottmarsdorf.

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One more room downstairs to investigate.

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"Stumpfhosen" I just love the German language

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Frau Elizabeth, made the age of 60 in 2011, I wonder to whom the schoolbooks from 1975 belong.

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I have got socks like that! warm in the winter when I have got my wellies on.

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Stairs!! Lovely, we must climb them.
It is non-negotiable, if there are stairs, you climb them.

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How fucking lazy is that?

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Fuck all else to see up here to be honest, so let's depart this lovely capsule.

It is now pissing down with rain, so glad I parked on the drive.

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