Who would beleive that cracked and crooked tiles could be a language of architecture?! He is playing the simpliest and the most available materials like a child that always preferes debris over colorful carefully designed toyes. In this surrounding even I feel worthwile in spite of scars, wrinckes and tires. It excepts everything and everybody has a right to exist.
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