Zacatecas 17

Third floor

The building’s caretaker used to take electricity from where he could

The adornment on the door of the apartment 6 welcomed me

A space full of objects telling stories was opened

In that perfect laberynth there was a family

A space full of presences

Guardians taking care of the rooms

taking care of the treasures

With them we created gardens

But nobody knew anything about the apartment 5

We tried to transform the apartment 7 in our home

She wanted to know something about her neighbours

Outside there was always something going on

while, inside, the corridors were coming to live

I was reflected in my neighbours

The ones living on the department 8 were the ones who knew the most

Inside there was always noise

The history of a family was being told on the walls

One day, they left

Taking with them the history of the apartment 5

And life continued

From the roof we used to see the naked city

Everyone left Zacatecas 17, only the presences remain.

Photography by María García / Layout José Cardoso / In cooperation with neighbours of Zacatecas 17 / Special thanks to Rafael Hernandez y Luz Garduño

Photography by María García / Layout José Cardoso / In cooperation with neighbours of Zacatecas 17 / Special thanks to Rafael Hernandez y Luz Garduño

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