space without [the] people

this is a very personal post, but the thoughts may be useful in architectural discourse too, especially on issues regarding space, time and memory. these photos depict, to some extend, the place where I grew up (and still continue to) in alexandroupolis. it is the house of my grandparents. i observe the power of space to bring back the people who has gone. in fact, the moment the people go, it is sad to be in the space. after a period it may be less sad; you wanna go there and look for them.