Urban exploration - Roland's house

We received a traveler's photos and his narrative within the forsaken walls, and we have compiled a historical summary from them.

On the way to new adventures, very early in the morning, I suddenly discover a house in ruins by complete chance. I stop; this visit turns out to be impromptu. I find myself in an old-fashioned home. The dwelling is touching, to say the least; not to say that everything is still there—it isn’t—but one can clearly perceive the reality of what life was like for these wonderful people in a rural setting: here and there, beekeeping equipment; surprisingly, two jars of duck fat sit ready, waiting patiently for all these years.

In the bedroom, the wardrobe contains only a lady's clothes: these belong to Emma. I quickly noticed the state of deep abandonment of the place from its overall appearance: there is no longer any electricity or sign of life; the last mail and calendars date back to "forever ago." Furthermore, it is wide open—I closed things up as best I could to prevent animals from getting in.

The former inhabitants were Roland and Emma. Roland was born in October 1932 and passed away in April 2010 at the age of 77. His father, Irénée, was born in May 1905 and passed away in May 1986 at the age of 81. I have found no trace of Emma.

Without lingering any longer, I check the maps of the area and set an immediate destination: the cemetery, which is quite far and requires a complete backtrack on my route. No matter, it must be done. Workers are currently mowing a carpet of flowers; I quickly pick a few for the family tomb.

The family name is indeed present, but the details for each individual are not inscribed on the side of the stone. Consequently, some information is inevitably missing.

A guest for a brief moment with this family, I head back out toward future destinies: the flowers will certainly only last for a short while, but it is at least something.