New housing estate in old drawer

More than forty years ago I lived in The Hague. Like so many Dutch towns after the war they were building as fast as possible. For about twenty years people made these flats into happy homes. Then came the time that they weren’t good enough anymore. The last twenty years they are being demolished. Whole neighborhoods are gone and with them the physical evidence of the people living there. It’s nostalgia in it’s purest: knowing your way in a house that doesn’t exist anymore.

There’s no going back.