I meet the owner at 11:30 am in the Riding Club. Not to ride, but to see each other.
- Follow me with the car, will ya? I'm going ahead.
We drive up and down around tree-named streets until we get to the Olivera (Olive Tree Street). As I steped out the car, it was like I had entered in a dream into reality, like David Lynch's Mulholland Drive. Badalamenti's music sounded in my head.
As Lynch said, let everyone do its own interpretation of the house, since each one is valid and acceptable. And like everything else in life, there are many possible perspectives, and many interpretations are released.
Bus line 220.