Wohnhaus Alkoholiker
About this location
Stepping through the overgrown lot where a derelict black car is slowly being swallowed by weeds, the two-story house in the Harz shows its grim state from the outside: peeling white stucco, exposed brick, and a dangling wire above a pile of coal and debris. Inside, the cramped living spaces are layered in decades of dust and refuse—the combined kitchen and living room holds little more than a blue chair and an old TV, while a wood-paneled bathroom contains a decayed bathtub filled with rumpled clothes beside a black stove. A cluttered desk with an orange telephone, loose papers, and a red binder lead your eye to a single dirty window, every surface coated in grime and clutter. It's a quiet, claustrophobic scene that fully lives up to the building's name, a house surrendered entirely to neglect and the slow collapse of daily life.