Château

cabbagerose:

lijiang, china

via: architizer

I’ve been here in a dream. And I never saw this before today.

What.

I just remembered something from when I was in elementary school… I think it is because somehow To Kill a Mockingbird (brother-sister relationship) and a picture of a tight neighborhood I just saw reminded me. It is rather embarrassing, and I hope I will never do the same thing again. My family and I were staying with a friend in Switzerland for a few days, and my brother and I were curious about what looked like a shower with some sort of wooden basin on the side of the house behind a fence. (I am not exactly sure what it was to this day… Nor why it was of such interest to us.) The house was built on a hill, so we were unable to just peer over the fence - we would have had to climb a stone wall. Being the children we were, we decided to investigate the best we could. In the process, we tried to go to the edge of the friend’s property. Of course, everyone’s yards were very close to the next, and so it was practically impossible to actually find an angle within the confines of her yard to see the side of the house we wanted to see, and we were to timid to just ask to go through the door that connected to that porch with the shower thing (I believe it was part of a bedroom). The next day, my brother and I ended up crossing into the neighbor’s yard. Since we were already in the yard, we tried to quickly walk close to the friend’s house and remain unnoticed. However, this plan did not work out: the neighbors were eating lunch in a dining room with huge glass doors. Suddenly, my brother and I heard a lady yelling at us… Back then, I was really sensitive, so I panicked. My brother and I ended up running quickly to escape the wrath of the neighbor’s scolding - which was in German, a language neither of us spoke. I guess it doesn’t sound that bad, but honestly, it was pretty terrifying. I felt like an inconsiderate guest. I really hope that the neighbor never told the friend about what had happened…

As it happens, while the friend was showing our parents her bomb shelter/wine cellar, there was a ladder with a translucent door in the ceiling that opened onto that patio. I believe that my brother asked about this shower thing, but I cannot recall any answer or explanation.

I have no idea why my brother and I were so curious about this whole ordeal. It is actually really silly, and I would have forgotten all about it if it were not for the feeling of getting caught trespassing as a guest. I can almost imagine the words that were shouted at us - “Was machen Sie?!” - but in my mind the neighbor’s voice is yelling nothing but shrill gibberish. Shrill, painful gibberish.

cabbagerose:

stockholm, sweden

via: dezeen

Oh look. Here’s another Skype office, this time in Sweden.