on the second floor floated a subtle scent of semi-fresh human-ish shit.. well i found the pile in the room with the laua viin bottles. when i had gone through almost the whole house, the tension started rising and from some natural instinct i started sneaking instead of walking. appears my spider sense was right, when i stepped into the last room, i saw white linen waving around the corner like someone was just getting out of bed. scared as hell i half-ran out of the house, took my bike and went hiding behind a tree. maybe they we're friendly squatters (and well-learned and party-loving judging by the Don Quijote on the table, endless stacks of other books on the floors and a lot of bottles and clothes thrown all over) but for some reason i acted in haste and didnt stay to chat and take pictures with them...
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