Dům V Luhu (The House in Meadows)
a confession of the writer Irena Obermannová
There are not many houses in the world which I feel attached to. And none of them is mine. That is the reason, but not the only one, why there is a strong bond tying me to the house V Luhu. As if I was not just a friend of its owner but a friend of the house, too. I have been coming here since I was fifteen. I can remember the owner's parents as well as tenants; I remember the apple tree in the garden, even the secret that the whole place in the middle of the city hides. You might be tempted to say - the time has stopped here. However, that is not the best expression. It has not stopped here, it is constantly present, as if here, even more than in any other place, the life appeared to be composed from the past, present and future. Nothing is being modernized here, at least not in the vulgar meaning of the word. A new meaning, a new context has come to the house V Luhu... Like an old, home-made preserve by Granny Smith were standing here next to the crude black steel by the architect Daniela Polubědovová, while complementing each other. Now, the house V Luhu has acquired the nickname "a design house", simple because it is hardly describable with words. When coming in, I feel I have entered a picture and become a part of it.
foto : Pavel Bílek