You have to understand it, there are two of them, but it is one... Two walls of the same house trying to reconcile almost insurmountable differences. A rough, ancient, telluric wall runs from one end of the house to the other. In front of it, planes of white walls, some of which are pushed forward, hiding doors, protecting staircases, framing the kitchen. At times they fold up to form a false ceiling that crosses the width of the house and is set against the rock.
At one end the house opens onto Carrer Marià Aguiló, the backbone of the old town of Sant Martí de Provençals, now Poblenou. At the other, 50 m2 for happiness almost every day of the year: trees, vines, flowers in pots, a blue tiled swimming pool that reflects the exposed stone of the dividing wall.
Everything else is within these four walls, in a play of opposites between the old and the new, the public and the private.
