Human honeycomb cells

I saw these old panel buildings that day and immediately took my phone out.
In an attempt to see the unexistable. To see something that isn't there and never will be. To see the buildings in a way they have never been, are not at the moment and will never be - beautiful.

But I made that experiment - to see it up close. As close as possible, watching it from below.

I have already shown you such buildings from afar. Even in my recent post about the lives of the others.
I plan to show you them from afar again in another post soon. But what if I look at them up close. You know, a thing has to be looked at from all possible angles and all possible foreshortenings. A thing cannot be judged when viewed only from afar. This is a fact that applies even to the most beautiful things, not as it is now in the opposite sense.

So I did it, with hope. Last remaining hope. Well, I've seen much uglier things, I admit. I have seen much more dilapidated buildings with people living in them. I have shown you a large part of them, you remember. Buildings that seem improbable for people to live in, but are inhabited nonetheless.

But this particular kind of building, this anthill... because it plays the role of an anthill, it carries a particular breath of a bitter past. Yes, I know, I already wrote about it. I should not continue to associate these buildings with our sad past, but I do because it is an instinctive association of my brain that cannot be avoided.
The next unpleasant association of my brain and my whole body is the difficulty... downright impossibility of living in this anthill.

All that noise. All this chaos, a cacophony of voices, shouts and competition to be the loudest. All that closeness. Did I tell you that even in the quality built brick blocks in the expensive neighborhoods of the capital, you can literally hear the private conversations on the phone of your neighbor in the next apartment?

Ok, this post was about beauty, or rather the opposite of the beauty.
So, I really gave it a try. I saw the colors of the newly insulated panels, I saw the more or less newly changed window frames of some apartments, but still. Despite the colors, it is a grey life there inside. Life locked in a box. Box, part of a human hive rather then an anthill (how ants spend the night, actually, I never knew 🤔 )

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	Soul's Detour is a project started by me years ago when I had a blog about historical and not so popular tourist destinations in Eastern Belgium, West Germany and Luxembourg. Nowadays, this blog no longer exists, but I'm still here - passionate about architecture, art and mysteries and eager to share my discoveries and point of view with you.