“We all live in a house on fire, no fire department to call; no way out, just the upstairs window to look out of while the fire burns the house down with us trapped, locked in it.”
― Tennessee Williams, The Milk Train Doesn’t Stop Here Anymore
beko
andy townend captures the life and soul of belgrade, serbia
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Where is that beko. What that means?
It is a deserted and ruined textiles factory at the end of Cara Dušana, between Kalemegdan and the Danube, there are big plans to develop the area…
http://www.zaha-hadid.com/architecture/beko-masterplan/