Before, when the streets were not streets but an extension of each other’s house, the clothes didn’t understand too much of property either. On Molivent Street, in Guardamar, in front of the countryside, sheets, T-shirts, pants and anything that needed a few hours of sunshine were spread. No one seemed to worry about finding out exactly where a house ended and the next one started. If room was missing, someone would hang their shirts next to you…
Before, when the streets were not streets but an extension of each other’s house, the clothes didn’t understand too much of property either. On Molivent Street, in Guardamar, in front of the countryside, sheets, T-shirts, pants and anything that needed a few hours of sunshine were spread. No one seemed to worry about finding out exactly where a house ended and the next one started. If room was missing, someone would hang their shirts next to you…