There is an old building in front of our school. I am used to seeing it every day. Going out of the school Today I saw destruction a heap of bricks and concrete in the place where the house was. A thought struck me that every house wasn't just several walls. It is so much more. A shelter where you take off your masks and get rid of your daily burdens. A place where you are sincere with yourself, where tears can rain and bliss can shine. This personal space matters so much.... This is probable the reason why I am so curious about homes. Every evening while walking in my neighborhood I cant stop myself looking into houses where curtains are open because I can observe so much, how beauty and calmness and peace are constructed and the feeling of comfort that penetrates every little corner....