Text: Stefan Ghenciulescu
I spent the first 26 years of his life in a modernist building in the Buzeşti neighbourhood, in Bucharest. A good while after my parents and I moved away, around 2010-2011, the building and most of the neighbourhood fell victims to the big and very distructive urban operation. In the years that followed I supported and promoted the efforts to keep as much as it could have been kept, but slowly I started to avoid the area and stop thinking about it. Until recently, when two completely unrelated things things happened.













