Naše Telo, Naše Telo

At the beginning, a building blows up – but only half of it. At the end, a man spends a very, very long time washing, leaning over his shower. Will he manage to get clean? In the meantime, there will have been other men, damaged and tired too, and other places, dull or even sad-looking. Because men and the places they live in are not separate entities, they do communicate. Because architecture remembers men, and men remember the times and places of their wandering or waiting.Dane Komljen