In the late 1950s, the neighborhood began to change its face.

The old two-story and three-story houses were being lost one after the other, giving way to colorless cement apartment buildings, which had all the "modern conveniences": elevators, central heating, electric water heaters, and the like. But they were missing the most important thing: the atmosphere of the neighborhood, that precious commodity that we didn't understand the value of back then. The neighbor's misery was our misery too, we all shared his problems. That's why the human (friendly, I would say) bonds that had connected us were strong and stable.

It took several decades for us to realize how dearly our mental world had paid for the "progress" and the apartment buildings "with all the modern comforts". So, this was our neighborhood, which no longer exists today. It has succumbed to the wave of leveling everything...