to see an abandoned place is one thing – to see an actually dying place is another. As the abandoned place finally found its peace and has fallen into a deep sleep, the dying place gripes you… it is a whole neighbourhood with all its people, tales and history, individualised, friendly and exciting, which is wiped out – to provide space for another kind of neighbourhood… a neighbourhood they could never afford…
so the former neighbourhod is scattered, people have to live way out of the city and loose al lot more than their homes…
I felt uneasy, walking around with a camera, the last remaining people were still upset and tried to explain that madness… a boy showed me his smartphone, which said „take photos“
