I love backyards and old tenements. It's toxic love - I feel fear and curiosity at the same time. But curiosity is a winner. ;) Today I took a big walk with my friends. We found five open doors.
This photograph shows one of the biggest surprise. It was our last stop. I passed by revitalized staircase. I felt disapointed. But I didn't give up! I went through the backyard and I saw new doors and new windows (this tenement is during 'bad style' revitalization :( ). I was looking for something old and I found them! These beautiful doors. When I saw these curved tiles on the floor I felt in love. When I was leaving I had a thought in my mind: probably I'm the last one who took a picture of that place with whole story it tells.