Post #778

The cabin itself was unexceptional as far as abandoned village houses are concerned. The windowpanes showed signs of distress, the roof was sprinkled with holes, and the front door was AWOL. Inside, the décor was standard: a few pieces of dilapidated furniture complimented by soiled linen, miscellaneous grime-caked cutlery, and empty bottles of vodka and beer left behind by teenagers, or squatters, or teenage squatters. There was nothing remarkable about it, until we found photographs lying on a stained, Soviet mattress. And suddenly, the gutted one-room cabin came to life. https://edwardslavsquat.substack.com/p/at-the-tomb-of-the-unknown-villager