My summer and autumn of 2011 were totally taken in by my sister’s project of tearing down and reconstructing a huge part of our parental house.
Finally getting it done was a huge relief. Parts of the house were so decayed that most people would not believe me that I spent the first ten years of my life actually residing in that house.
A few days before the final demolition, I took some pictures. There were tears in my eyes.
These were really moving moments to me. This was NOT at all about something as banal as architecture.
It was about making peace and saying goodbye to my childhood. For good.