Villa Dykova 14

It happens that the house has an indefinable trauma trapped inside it, which impresses you at the very first contact with it. It's as if the walls have a memory and hold a secret. When, after much thought, I decided to deal with the house in Dykova Street, I resolved to try to banish the longing from its walls. The new owner became my ally in this effort. The light let into the house did its work. It rent the veil of darkness. To confirm that the house was no longer a prisoner of gloomy moods, we decided that the windows on the ground floor would not be covered; anyone passing by on the street would catch a glimpse of the artistically painted ceilings. The house opened up and gave up its secret to the street, entering the public space. I think this decision liberated it, it started to radiate joy. The sensitively designed garden only enhances everything.