I grew up in a small industrial town in former Czechoslovakia. Only few historical buildings survived a massive urban constructing boom during the 70s. The fall of communism in 1989 was followed by deindustralization and distortion of former machine city. As a daily witness of disintegrated concrete brownfields and remnants of medieval stone walls, my perception of architecture was somehow shaped. I like to appreciate even a small minimalist detail or line in gray stone or desolate background. And there are also questions. What is the meaning of this endless human building effort? And how long will last its results?