one day, i get on the terraza and realize i have lost some neighbours. not believing my eyes i look again and again , spotting a hand . ah, at least the old couple is still here, keeping their tradition to sit every afternoon for half an hour at the window, letting some sunlight on their skin and in their flat. even, after all it looks sad over there. feels like prison.

i don't know what will happen with the house. some say that's the barcelonesian way of keeping squatters out, who are coming over the roof; can be detected on more and more houses nowadays. or it simple means the house won't do it for long or speculation or ... still, some families keep living in those flats with windows without bricks.

you come over here asap and have a dinner with the south-tyrolian bauernbub, mr grottenolm and me :)