Sometimes try to imagine, as would the neighborhood, made up of houses, dominated by a wide sky, which today has become a narrow vertical band, tossed with black wiring, always backlit.
The house, at street level, bare-chested. Street invaded by the domestic space, with his clothes in the sun, their chairs in the cool of the summer night.
The crisis has frozen the process of transformation of the neighborhood, creating a snapshot in which future and past juxtaposed moments, neatly outlined by property boundaries.
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