Luni 28 mai
Houses… are alive. This is something we know. News from our nerve endings. If we’re quiet, if we listen, we can hear houses breath. Sometimes, in the depth of the night, you can even hear them groan. It’s as if they were having bad dreams. A good house cradles and comforts, a bad one fills us with instinctive unease.
Casa noastră respiră în așteptare și sperăm să fie casă bună pentru invitații de la Festival 🙂