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PlaceBase JUNE 2015

#UrbEx

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With this magazine!

Lincoln Way

Worn and hidden rooms walking down the Lincoln Way.

Volvo Collector

A field of Volvos at the center of nothingness.

Båstnäs

Preserve or not? People tearing it to pieces.

Car Crash

Åke would have cried. Kyrkö mosse is soon destroyed.

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Featured in this issue: Tomas Karlsson Johnny Joo Per Andersson Framsida / Coverpage: “Åkerman 700” by Tomas Karlsson

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“...utan att gå händelserna i förväg vill jag påstå att UrbEx som hobby kommer att se stora utmaningar framöver...”

En öde spaltmeter Mitt namn är Tomas.

Jag är något så unikt som en vanlig människa med ett ovanligt intresse. Hobbyn UrbEx hittade in i mitt liv 2001 och stannade kvar som en del av min livsstil. Eftersom jag inte hittat något bra forum att publicera mig i så skapade jag ett magasin.Jag är varken bäst eller mest engagerad inom UE. Jag är endast, jag, men vill gärna göra ett Vi runt magasinet.Tveka inte att komma in med dina åsikter och ditt material. Välj att dela och bidra. Jag behöver din tid, ditt engagemang och din kunskap...

Har Du UrbEx, UE, Urban Exploring som livsstil?

Brukar du packa dina grova kläder, ficklampa, fika och eventuell kamera i en ryggsäck och bege dig mot nära eller fjärran öde mål?

När du snörar dina kängor av grov modell... tänker du på den realla möjligheten att du kanske inte återvänder från din tur? Jag gör det, varje gång, men ändå utmanas jag av spänningen att upptäcka och motivationen att skapa nya bilder och minnen.

Förfallet facinerar mig oavsett om det drabbar fastigheter, fordon, industrier eller människor. Tidens ständiga och orubbliga påverkan på vår tillvaro pressar fram en drivkraft hos mig som måste få komma till uttryck. Fotograferingen och processen med den följande bildbehandlingen är handlingar som skapar starka personliga uttryck och bidrar som livsviktiga komponenter i min existens.

Men... Efter att ha exponerat tusentals bilder på hundratalet

objekt insåg jag plötsligt en dag att jag saknade en större mening med mitt fotograferande av UrbEx objekt. Turerna i sig var sociala i trevligt sällskap och upplevelsen tillsammans stod i centrum.

Bilderna hamnade på en hårddisk eller i bästa fall 10 minuter i ett internetforum vilket frustrerade mig personligen.

Många UE-objekt har försvunnit under åren och objekt försvinner idag snabbare än vad de kommer till. Hobbyn i sig skapar problem som ingen trodde skulle uppstå och utan att gå händelserna i förväg vill jag påstå att UrbEx som hobby kommer att se stora utmaningar framöver med lagstiftning, opinion och ökat publikt fokus.

Det är en anarkistisk oorganiserad hobby som trendar just nu vilket ofrånkomligt drabbar alla inblandade parter. Kanske kan detta magasin ta diskussionen vidare och starta det nödvändiga samtalet om UEs framtid.

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Selected Content

Lincoln Way 30

Ryd Car Cemetary 14

The Swedish Ă…kerman Story 08

The Paper Mill in Fredriksberg 56

B책stn채s Car Cemetary 50

Volvo Collector 40

The Swedish Åkerman Story Digging for pictures...

Alone is strong and this wonderful creature symbolizes both those things well.

In the final rest on the most unlikely of places it appears as a desolate bequeathed monuments. No levers strength anymore. No spark ignites its motor.

No oil pumps in its interior.

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In the forest in Skåne you will find a farm that since a long while only served as the gathering place for the local hunting team. On the farm, which consists of five buildings, says a number of vehicles and a wealth of agricultural tools and mechanical gizmos. To wander among the “debris” is a singular experience with a tendency towards the bizarre. That all just left behind ...

Despite several old tractors and large cars so is still the most eye-catching item that, once proud, Akerman 700 in their garish colors, left to die in the soil. The decay is fantastic and it ages with great respect. That, in its time, powerful and extreme machine built for design and creation now stands untouched and unused is fascinating to me. This act goes so against their own nature ...

Dig where you stand! Create your own shallow grave, you once proud expert of digging. Created to create, yet left to be uncreated by time alone. Replaced by others, still proudly in your tracks you stand. Withering away of the storm and wind that torment you. The last shovel are already filled, of rain...

The story surrounding the Åkermans heavy machinery begins in 1938 when Åkermans moved from central Eslöv to the premises on Bruksgatan in Eslöv. From 1939 Åkermans then produce excavators, the product that later made the company an international reputation. The first excavator that was produced was a Hitachi 300 delivered to Sjöbo Cementgjuteri. 1972 acquired Hitachi Kockum-Country Verks excavator production would be discontinued and the associated warehouse of spare parts. 1991 was bought Åkermans themselves up by VME Group and amended in connection with this name to the VME Excavators AB. The term “Akerman” came to exist as a strong brand in a few more years until the Volvo began selling excavators under its own brand. 1995 converted VME Group to become a wholly-owned Volvo company under the name Volvo Construction Equipment ..

1998 it was announced that production would cease and 1999, the very last excavator of the production line.

A hefty Akerman 700 weighed in at between 20 and 28 tons and had an engine of around 68 hp. Between 101 and 351 Hitachi model 700 and 700p were manufactured in the 1960s. The vast majority of these are probably gone today. Scrapped and recycled.

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That this beauty can stand there peacefully in the woods is an experience beyond most others. I will return year after year to the site to document the decay. My fear not to see again the machine always makes itself felt in the last turn before the farm is revealed. Yet it stands there.

I hope to return in years to come for repeatedly photography of one of the really Swedish heroes on the heavy machinery side. Several thousands of tons of earth, clay and gravel, these machines moved in their dutiful service to Sweden and their Scanian colors contributed to certain great pride for both the driver and the nation they served.

Place: Ă…kermann 700 Farmstead Location: Southern Sweden GPS: Not disclosed History: Small farm thats been abandoned for almost a decade. Earlier owner collected scrapmetal and agricultural machinery in the property and since he is gone noone really cares anymore. The house serve as a hunting lodge today and the buildings are easy accessible.

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Ă…kermann farmstead The Ă…kermann farm is really photographic and contains a lot of nice objects.

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Ryd Car Cemetary

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The hovering bus in Kyrkรถ Mosse One of the most photographed objekt in the location is this old bus that has been plundered for parts and severly beaten over the years.

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Some of my most early Urbex photos from 2001 is from the famous Car Cemetary Kyrkö Mosse in the small village of Ryd in Sweden. This scrapyard was the home and joy of Åke Svensson who during his lifetime spent his days repairing and servicing cars on the property.

When Åke moved to a retirement home and eventually passed away the scrapheap was subject to rigid discussions in the municipal politics and a few issues, like oilspill and other environmental hazards were dealt with.

Several times has the location been the subject of being cleaned up but a few locals fought on for the preservation of the area.

A few hundred cars where transported away and then the location was pronounced a cultural protection site.

For many years has the Car Cementary with its rusty scrapcars from 1920 - 1950 been a exotic stop for people all over the world.

Nerds from all over the planet has visited and appriciated this one-of-a-kind attraction.

Sadly over the three last years I have started to realise that this location will cease to exist in the near future due to massive theft and destruction on the site.

People with electric and petroldriven tools are effectively cutting the cars up in small cubes and transport these chunks of metal from the site. Since the rawmaterial markets started to increase these low life scum have seen a new lucrative market open up in Ryd and other locations.

Equipped with low cost trucks and tools they salvage the cars in nightly raids and transport tons of metal to buyers who pay good money for each ton of steel delivered.

Sadly, very soon this unique location will be just a memory, never to be restored again.

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soft soil...

with the eternal handbrake pulled.

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Gone with the wind... .. .

Bikers club, up in smoke... Literally!

What happens when a large farm is sold to bikers and they turn it into an illegal club?

This actually happened and this once very large farm was turned into a clubhopping, drugshooting, whorehouse of sin, violence and crime.

After a few years in business the bikers left the farm and moved on leaving the property to wither. And it did...

For several years it stood and got overgrown. The buildings fell into dispair and went beyond repairs. The municipal changed the area plans to be industrial instead of farming and the house was ultimately burned to the ground by firefighters in a controlled exercise.

Last time I visited the farm it was summertime and a tranquil place. A few 90kg ragdolls was leaned towards the door to the house and loads of garbage had been dumped in the garden. Much of the interior of the house had been ripped out by entrepreneurs.

It passed my mind that there had been living a farmers family in this place with around 30 cows and swine. A sturdy barn with milling equipment was also standing tall, a hefty investment at it finest hour.

Nowhere are these farms being built in Sweden today.

The one that are still left are falling into desolation and pulled down if they dont fall over by themself.

I had a blast following this object to its final rest.

From brick, to earth, to dust!

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Farm Workers House

Empty and quiet. Only the wind twists and turns in the wornout curtains still hanging in the windows. Since long has the workers moved on to more lucrative business leaving this building to evolve a soul of its own.

Outside Eslรถv in southern Sweden there is a field and on the far end of the field, towards the small creek you will find a small collection of trees. Inside of this green spot you find a secret place. The building itself is robust and build out of brick. The damages are not to great and still the signs of everyday life is visible, although the humans who once lived here since long are gone.

In total the house has four apartments a loft and basement. Some of the furniture is still standing in once proud livingrooms and the old iron stoves have not been stolen yet.

The silence is compact and birds have built nests inside the abandoned main building waiting for someone to once again inhabit the house..

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Fly you fools, fly!

When work was cut short by the introduction of tractors and heavy machinery there were no options for the obsolete workers but to move on. It should not be many years until the last farm workers where forever replaced...

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In Empty Spaces, Johnny Joo uses photographs and w spaces we have abandoned.

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Artist’s statement: From a vision, comes creation. Within this creation, a life is lived - carried out from morning to evening, day-by-day. As this life fades away, death is welcomed. This death brings with it new life, though this is normally unnoticed as all is forgotten. Nature reclaims with a brand new creation of its own, swallowing in what we have abandoned. From this creation, comes a vision - and finally, from that vision, comes yet another creation.

As a community, we will someday have to explain to future generations that this was once part of a big dream, but that was as far as it ever got; a dream - denied. For some reason we changed our minds, eventually abandoning them for a lifestyle where we find ourselves stuck inside, sucked into our computer screens, leaving it all behind - with no redirection. And now, reflected in the shattered glass of shop windows are fading memories of a fragile human connection being slowly forgotten, further lost as dirt fogs their reflection.

Many of us glance past most of these structures left behind – we will look at them, without truly seeing them. I feel there is a very strong importance in documenting these fading memories, before they are lost forever to the wrecking ball, or even nature itself. See, nature is powerful – when we leave, it will continue with great power, swallowing anything in its path. All we will be left with are these words and photographs.

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words to tell the stories of

Author Bio: My name is Johnny Joo (pronounced 'yo'.).

I am a photographer from Ohio born on the 7th of may 1990.

At the age of 16, I started to explore various areas around where I lived and quickly grew to love what I would find on explorations, whether it was through nature or abandoned structures. I shortly after began to capture the world surrounding me, how I see it. I wanted to share these beautiful places with people as well as I can, and through a lens was how I could shape these visions.

Through all that I have loved to photograph, around the age of 16 I became intrigued with urban exploration upon the discovery of an abandoned farmhouse in the city of Kirtland, OH. My mother, stepfather and myself were on our way to my sister’s house when I had spotted it and asked if we could pull into the driveway to check it out.

The way the roof was caved in, covered in bright moss attracted my attention. It was beautiful. We pulled into the drive and walked from our car up to the entrance of this falling structure.

Upon entrance through the tall, white, wooden swinging doors I was instantly brought to the realization that this was someone's past; the history of lives we never even knew, but for some reason I found to be so interesting. People were here once, living and working and now they are gone while the collapsing ruins remain a place that is looked past by so many. We walked through the falling foundation, across tilted floors, which had been shifted by the Earth, examining this space that had once been full of life. This moment felt so peaceful. From that day on, whenever I would see a decayed structure that had been left to fall, I would find a way to explore it. Shortly after in 2009 I had learned this was actually known as urban exploration and became hooked on learning the history of the places I would explore.

I was fascinated by the way moss and ivy could wrap itself up a man-built machine or around the outside of a building, crawling in through its windows, traveling up an intricate Victorian stairwell as it fell into a corridor. I loved the way a torn apart hallway would lead you to an open room where the shattered remains of a window lie in pieces on the ground while the outside light poured into a room of colorful, peeling walls lighting up the silence surrounding you. It opened my eyes to a whole normally unseen part of life and the world around me.

This is something that will not be here forever, but was alive at one point and is now just a memory which could soon become yet another memory lingering upon the soil or street corner where it once stood. I thought to myself 'this is what I need to document and share with the world.'

It captured me in such an incredible way, and I now attempt to capture it just as well as it has me.

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Lincoln Way

by Johnny Joo

Have you ever wondered what the world would be like if you fast-forwarded into the distant future only to find yourself standing in the middle of post-apocalypse? Set aside a main road in Clairton, Pennsylvania, this strange world actually exists, sitting quietly on each side of a cracked and forgotten neighborhood street. So what exactly happened on Lincoln Way that made everybody abandon their homes in such a mad dash? What kind of stories sit buried in the remnants left behind by each family previously inhabiting these 16 houses? Was it a matter of fear as urban legends state, or simply the environment? Asking local authorities, or even the locals surrounding town, you can never exactly get a straight answer, while most will avoid answering completely.

A long section of coke piles spans the foreground where a US Steel plant sits, stationed directly across the forgotten neighborhood street of Lincoln Way. I know I use the word forgotten a lot, but perhaps this space wasn’t as much forgotten as it was intentionally blocked out of people’s minds.

A very strange silence filled the atmosphere as I walked the entire street examining each and every one of these dilapidated homes. Treacherously wandering through the snow, unaware of what sat beneath a blanket of white powder; nails, needles, glass and holes, I made my way up to one porch after the other, taking a journey inside and attempting to find any remaining pieces of past lives. I was completely FLOORED by what I had found in each one, or at least in most of them, since some of them were lacking any floors at all. As I walked a broken snow-covered street with wild wreckage leaning overhead at either side of me, it came to my attention that there were small sinkholes scattered through various parts of the land.

As I walked along avoiding holes, I continued to find my way up to one porch after another, each time looking back and staring down a strange, quiet neighborhood. What’s even stranger is the fact that inside it’s as if everyone had left in such an insane hurry, as beds were left made neatly, food was scattered, dishes still in cabinets, some in the sink, family photos hung, books remained on shelves and clothes were still picked out for the next day, which sadly never came for them. In one house, even a car remained parked neatly in the garage, now covered in years of dust.

Some homes have been rotting years longer than others. A few of the homes on this block housed elderly people, some of whom ended up passing away with little to no family left and for whatever reason, nobody bothered to clean out any of the houses. One particular structure has sat vacant since 1972, after the final remaining tenant; a woman by the name of ILem White died, leaving behind all furniture and other belongings, much of which is still sat to this day.

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After 40 plus years of nature taking over, floors and foundations can grow very weak, and should not be taken lightly‌ no, they should not be taken at all, because even lightly can end up quite horribly. As my friend attempted to stand atop a bookshelf to get a shot on the second story, both bookshelf and floor below it began to give away falling into the basement. Thankfully my friend jumped back and remained unharmed. I had experienced a folly of my own when climbing a bed to take a photograph. I thought it would be incredible looking down at how the room had completely collapsed right at the beds edge viewing from atop the mattress. As I attempted a very awkward hop up to the bed, my boot caught bed sheets and became entangled, pulling me back and shifting my weight as the floor bowed beneath the bed and myself. Thankfully, I was able to catch myself, because I was not in the right mood to fall 3 stories into a basement that day. I got the photo and quickly made my way back to the stairs along what could not have even been a foot length worth of floor to work with looking over the edge.

Standing at the entrance of this neighborhood street was like facing the frontlines of post-apocalypse, staring down what the world has become after most of us have gone. Toxic fumes poured from the US Steel plant behind where I stood. Some believe that the fumes may have aided in creation of these sinkholes, while others believe it to have been a combination of a gas leak alongside the fume-contaminated soil below. A gas leak is a good place to start, considering there were gas leaks reported on October 11, 2006 at 6:30pm – these were reported only shortly before the entire block had become completely abandoned. Upon confronting some of the structures burned, it had become obvious that there had been quite a few fires over time, one fire in particular occurring on November 7, 2006 at 2:16 am. The final unit was cleared at 2:35 am.

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An urban legend remains stuck to the crushed and ruptured asphalt of this eerie neighborhood, and considering how incredibly quiet everybody is about its history, it might not even be far from truth. Though it is not my own story, I will do my best to retell the legend in my own words.

It’s hard to truly conclude what is fact or fiction with Lincoln Way, but the legend tells of a creature; something not human, but unlike any animal that it could be compared to. People claimed that this creature would torment residents, while pets would go missing, later found disfigured and maimed at the forest’s edge surrounding town. Aside from mangled pets, gardens would be found torn to shreds by bigfoot-size paws, far too large to belong to any animals native to Pennsylvania.

People would sometimes talk of the creature thumping, rattling and scratching at the sides of their homes.

In one incident, a young man and his friend ventured to the neighborhood at night in an attempt to debunk the legend, only soon finding that they had made a horrible mistake. Parking their blue pickup truck at the beginning of the street, they set out determined to explore and prove the legend wrong. As they ventured through each house, noticing how all items from family photos to neatly made beds remained, the sun slowly went down outside. Suddenly, right upon their exit, they heard three long scratching sounds followed by a loud ‘BANG!’ Noticing it was coming from behind a house, one of the two decided it would be worthy of checking out, still wanting to prove everyone wrong. Sneaking to a backyard where the noise was coming from, he inched his way, back against the house’s side, slowly making his way toward the noise. He could hear something large creeping towards him through the tall grass, when suddenly a deep and hellish growl brought him to full attention.

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Now staring at the wicked beast, he could see that it stood on all fours, as big as a horse with what seemed to be thick black hair covering it’s entire body. Noticing that the beast had razor sharp claws longer than fingers and a mouth full of razor-sharp teeth, all he could do was stand completely silent in horror. Becoming suddenly spooked by one more growl, he dropped the flashlight and immediately began a sprint back towards the truck, diving in as fast as he could.

Legend says that the beast is not alone. When they had turned their truck around, for a moment the headlights faced the forest and pointed into the trees, revealing numerous sets of blood red shining eyes in the darkness of night.

This story led to the belief that the street was abandoned out of pure fear. As the creature’s torment began to escalate, a very dark terror began to sweep in and the numbers began to drop. At first, only a couple of people left, one other dying from what was thought to be just old age. Pretty soon, fear became far too great and the entire remaining community decided to pick up and leave as fast as they possibly could, without saying a word. When you’re scared to near death, faced with what seems like a demon spawned from hellfire, it’s kind of difficult to pack your Kudos bars and Spongebob DVDs, let alone couches and chairs.

We may never be quite completely certain as to why Lincoln Way was left the way it was in such a blind hurry, but it makes for a very eerie, interesting mystery.

Who knows why the city won’t say a word, and who knows why neighboring areas are so shy about it? Is it out of fear, or something else?

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The Volvo Collector

by Tomas Karlssono

In a field in the middle parts of Sweden you are able to come by one of those strange, puzzling places we all look for. In the grass several dozens of Volvo cars have been left in the open together with a few other brands.

Many of the cars are from the late 70s and several are really odd models and special built Volvos. In one of the barns a P1800 (James Bond Volvo) wreck resides and in the field there are even two Scania lorry trucks parked, still with keys in the locks.

No clues to what made the owner abandon his cars and leave his property. The evening we visited the cars has the sun painting the in golden light and I had a wonderful time there.

There are a romantic feeling around the place. The cars are grouped together in a way that gives you the sense that they are having a lunch discussion or maybe a picnic in small isolated groups formed in the fields.

Volvo is da shit in Sweden. Since the Saab went out of business the only choice for the Swedish buyers would be a Volvo. Volvo has also been the passion on the farm that this article is about and I could even stretch that to include a Volvomania. Today the site its abandoned and its puzzling to stand along the cars.

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The details in the cars are nice. They are in a fantastic condition on the brink to decay. I plan to return this summer to get more detailed shots of the individual cars since I mostly made wide overview pictures on the late evening visit.

When walking around the site and seeing the pictures again... I come to wonder why...

Why... do you leave these cars out here. Why does anyone collect these cars and then just leave them behind.

All the time invested into finding the specific volvos and transporting them to the remote forest location seems wasted.

I turned to the internet for answers but despite hours of research the answer is still hidden to me.

The scrap is yet another of those Urban Exploring mysteries eagerly awaiting to be solved.

Maybe you have the answers I am looking for?

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B책stn채s Car Cemetary To be or Not to be...

by Tomas Karlsson

The renowned car cemetary in northern Sweden are a pearl for car enthusiasts and urban explorers. In the old forest some 700 cars stand in solitude, awaiting their final hour.

The two brothers who owned the scrap are allowing visits but the pressure is to hard on the site. A lot of destruction have taken place and today people more or less openly cuts away at the cars with tools.

At the current rate we will not have this remarkable site to visit for more than a few years to come. Without action it is doomed...

The Båstnäs History The scrapheap started as far back as the 1950s by the two brothers Rune and Tore Ivansson. During the 50s and 60s it was good business up to the closure 1970. The location was the key to success since it was much cheaper for noweigians to get used car parts and buy whole cars in Sweden.

The brothers fetched used cars from all over Sweden and took them apart in Töckfors to be able to sell them in parts to avoid strong taxation from the governmaent in Norway.

The area that today holds the scrap is owned by the Årjäng municipaly and during the years the scrap has been the subject for much discussion. Some people see the cars as cultural and some see them as environmental hazards. Most of the Töckfors citizens see the scrap as a tourist and cultural magnet that pulls a lot of people into the area.

The Årjäng municipal still regards the scrap as a scrap. No decisions have been taken to make it a cultural memorial and time starts to run out since the vandalism and stealing has increased by the years.

A couple of years ago the municipal tried to clean up and decided to fetch 200 cars that where stored outside the given area for the scrap. That set off one of the Ivansson brothers to fetch his rifle and with brute force protect his beloved scrap. The brother should be much needed today at Båstnäs.

During my trips to Båstnäs over the last 5 years I have been increasingly concerned about the storng tear and wear on the scrap. When comparing pictures taken in 2010 with new pictures from 2014 I can clearly and without effort identify thousands of lost parts, chromed details, windshields and entire cars.

I have noticed the same in Kyrkö Mosse where the cultural memorial is totally destroyed today due to organized theft of the cars as metal. Cars have been cut up with state-ofthe-art equipment and tons have already been stolen never to be returned.

I predict it will take five to ten years before the scrap in Båstnäs is all but a memory. See to that you get there in time to have a lifetime experience in a exciting surrealistic world that never again will return.

Once again the community and the government does too little, too slow, too late.

Feel free to email your concerns to the Årjäng municipal and ask them to react.

I did.

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The Paper Mill in Fredriksberg Frederiksberg is a small place in Ludvika in Dalarna. In the beginning of the 20th century a sulphite pulp mill was built. After its owner Hellefors AB began experiencing financial problems the state took over the business in 1924. However in the 1930s and 1940s the plants was reverted in private hands and the factories were supplemented to become a full-scale paper mills.

After WWII end Sweden was in a period of economic boom in the 1940s and 1950s and the Frederiksberg mill got a better financial situation. Fredriksberg’s population peaked during these years with about 2000 inhabitants. The mill was incorporated in Billerud AB in 1957 and Frederiksbergs mill became one of the smaller units in the Group.

In the early 1960s the boom was slowing and competition intensified. Frederiksbergs mill began to be unprofitable for new investments. Between 1961 and 1971, employment fell at the mill from 400 to 150 people, and in 1971-1972 the business of the 56 PlaceBase Magazine

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mill was put down. Already in the 1960s, Frederiksberg become an object of regional policy initiatives, in 1966 opened a council laundry.

In 1968 Billerud had sold the industrial buildings to Lesjöfors AB, which with the help of government subsidies created different short-term investments of Lesjöfors and other actors in the 1970s and 1980s. One of the last activities in the industrial sector came to be coiled spring manufacturing in the mid 1980s.

Today, the large industrial site stands without legal owner, as a result of Lesjöfors AB's bankruptcy in 1985. Large factory buildings, severely dilapidated, are completely deserted and offers an exciting environment for all UE interested people. I visited the mill in Fredriksberg 2011 and 2013, and both times I found myself busy shooting pictures for hours.

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