Sandra Abolafia

On the periphery, the city's waste accumulates to form illegal dumps. In these, a new kind of life has emerged. It hides from the lights of humans, but the city reclaims what is its own. It advances and changes everything in its path. In its flight, the shadows remain in time. The thresholds persist. Gentrification, the death of one city and the rebirth of another.

Born. Grows up. School. Love. Work. University. Finishes... Friend... Friends. Party. Films. City. Work. Work. Work. Finishes. Finishes. Internet. Decline. Internet. Decline. Work. Destruction. Destruction. Destruction... Memory. Memories.

It's not easy to see and hear in this dark and quiet night, but it feels like something is about to happen.

Two friends dreaming.

On the periphery, the city's waste accumulates to form illegal dumps. In these, a new kind of life has emerged. It hides from the lights of humans, but the city reclaims what is its own. It advances and changes everything in its path. In its flight, the shadows remain in time. The thresholds persist. Gentrification, the death of one city and the rebirth of another.

On the periphery, the city's waste accumulates to form illegal dumps. In these, a new kind of life has emerged. It hides from the lights of humans, but the city reclaims what is its own. It advances and changes everything in its path. In its flight, the shadows remain in time. The thresholds persist. Gentrification, the death of one city and the rebirth of another.

On the periphery, the city's waste accumulates to form illegal dumps. In these, a new kind of life has emerged. It hides from the lights of humans, but the city reclaims what is its own. It advances and changes everything in its path. In its flight, the shadows remain in time. The thresholds persist. Gentrification, the death of one city and the rebirth of another.