“We knew what the neighborhood needed. someone finally asked us. ”
The abandoned lot behind Via Ferrara had been a dumping ground for years. Broken glass, burned mattresses, the occasional stray dog. We walked past it every day, trying not to look.
“They didn't come with plans. They came with chairs and listened. ”
When the young architects first arrived in our courtyard, I expected blueprints and technical drawings. Instead, they brought plastic chairs and a simple question: "What happens here?"
The abandoned lot behind Via Ferrara had been a dumping ground for years. Broken glass, burned mattresses, the occasional stray dog. We walked past it every day, trying not to look.
When the young architects first arrived in our courtyard, I expected blueprints and technical drawings. Instead, they brought plastic chairs and a simple question: "What happens here?"
“We knew what the neighborhood needed. someone finally asked us. ”
The abandoned lot behind Via Ferrara had been a dumping ground for years. Broken glass, burned mattresses, the occasional stray dog. We walked past it every day, trying not to look.
When the young architects first arrived in our courtyard, I expected blueprints and technical drawings. Instead, they brought plastic chairs and a simple question: "What happens here?"