I grew up in small industrial town in former Czechoslovakia. Only few historical buildings survived a massive urban building boom during the 1970s. The fall of communism in 1989 was followed by slow deindustralization and distortion of former machine city. Being a daily witness of disintegrated concrete brownfields and remnants of medieval stone walls somehow shaped my perception of architecture. I appreciate even small minimalist details or lines in gray stone or desolate background. And there also come questions. What is the meaning of this endless human building effort and how long will last its results?