Three voices, flanking an infinity of bricks. Their ages are different. They shaped themselves throughout a series of interviews led with the inhabitants. "What do you see when you stand at the window?" They gaze toward color, where the road begins – a place of thirst –, in the desert or in the sea. Three times has the road hit that architectural reef, the paradigm of some modernity – once radiant, soon written off – referred to as a housing block.
