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Ateliér Zmek - Krýzl - Novotný
In Petřine, there is a housing estate from the sixties. The housing estate is in a park. Park is the best part of the city.
There in Petřiny is park everywhere, but sometimes I do not see it.
I dream of living in a park, too. I dream of finally seeing that park.
But that is not my only dream.
I dream of being on vacation and walking through the narrow Italian streets. It's noisy. I feel like there are a lot of people. There's a bustle and a bit of chaos. I dream that I'm walking through houses like in the old town. I can barely penetrate anywhere until I lose my bearings a little bit. I'm trapped in a courtyard where the city has suddenly gone quiet. I'm dreaming, and nature is breaking through everywhere. It's all-consuming. It's eroding the pavement, enveloping the walls. The trees cover the sky above my head. They are shading the sun, but letting transmit tiny sparks through their branches. I'm dreaming and it's a summer evening. A fire is burning and food is being prepared. The windows are open and voices are coming from them. A roar echoes in the distance. I go inside the house and it is completely silent. I go out of the house through the back door. It's not silent around me, it's audibly quiet. Leaves crunch under my feet.
There in Petřiny is park everywhere, but sometimes I do not see it.
I dream of living in a park, too. I dream of finally seeing that park.
But that is not my only dream.
I dream of being on vacation and walking through the narrow Italian streets. It's noisy. I feel like there are a lot of people. There's a bustle and a bit of chaos. I dream that I'm walking through houses like in the old town. I can barely penetrate anywhere until I lose my bearings a little bit. I'm trapped in a courtyard where the city has suddenly gone quiet. I'm dreaming, and nature is breaking through everywhere. It's all-consuming. It's eroding the pavement, enveloping the walls. The trees cover the sky above my head. They are shading the sun, but letting transmit tiny sparks through their branches. I'm dreaming and it's a summer evening. A fire is burning and food is being prepared. The windows are open and voices are coming from them. A roar echoes in the distance. I go inside the house and it is completely silent. I go out of the house through the back door. It's not silent around me, it's audibly quiet. Leaves crunch under my feet.
