Anna Raffaella (slash_dotdash) wrote in abandonedplaces,
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Abandoned Home

Hello everyone, first post here! Long time lurker though.

Well, before we get to the good bits, let me tell you guys something: my fascination with abandoned places started with this one house back at my grandma's hometown. It was huge, pink-ish in color, and had a palm tree inside.

In my 16 years of life, I don't remember ever seeing anyone there. Nevertheless, I couldn't go inside because of a seriously *insert terrible adjective here* man who lived nearby. A distant relative, actually, who hated my grandparents and would probably shoot me if he saw me around.

Thing is, he died.
And me and my mom walked by the house yesterday, stared at each other, and entered.


First of all, let's check the outside:


East.


West.


And North.


Up the stairs. Doesn't show anything new but I couldn't resist the colors. XD


What's left of the kitchen. We found a coin here. An Euro.


And this was where my aracnophobia almost got the best of me. My mom forced me to follow her inside. Otherwise I'd have gone back.


First room, empty.


Except for this - that word, "arroz", means rice.


And this - milk.


Still in the same room, we found this... uh, pantry. Which, for some reason, reminds me of a Saloon.


Next room, I don't know what you call this in english, but in portuguese, it's a marquise. And I can half-assedly imagine two ladies having tea here while talking about their husbands who left to become rich overseas. *nods*

Back in the corridor, we checked the...


...totally creepy and straight out of Silent Hill bathroom. You can see a bit of the palm tree I mentioned above. It kind of... well, broke the window and managed to get inside.

Moving on, another nearly empty room.


More bottles, and what looked like a children's book.


It surprised me, to find two chairs in such a good state. I mean, most of the furniture had been taken, why not these?

Then my favorite room.


And besides, the only bedroom we found. Notice the tiny bed on the left? We found a whole bunch of newspapers there, dated 1943, back in the days Portugal was still a dictatorship. Plus, written both in english AND portuguese, which iw weird and can only mean one thing: this people had connections with the colonies. Africa, if I had to take a guess.


Meds too. Some of them still exist. Only with better packages.

And that's it, ladies and gentlemen. I had the time of my life, and guess what? No spiders.
Well, at least not alive. All pics taken with the one and only Canon Powershot G9, edited with good old Adobe Photoshop CS3. And also, I apologise if my mentions of colonies and fascism offend anyone. I just didn't know what else to call them. PS - I won't be using this account anymore. Moved to slashphotography. :D
Tags: europe, portugal, residence
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