“A large bell was rung at sundown to announce the closing of the city’s gates. Once the city gates were shut, nobody could enter the inner sanctum of the walled compound until morning. Those hapless individuals arriving too late to enter the town had to find alternative accommodations outside the walls, thus creating a superb market for small inns strategically located near the city gates outside of the walls”. This is how ‘life’ was born.
With the sun, this so characteristic nightlife became an “amazing” experience of social events of exchange, meeting and celebration around “objects charged with subjectivity” like a magical journey taken from a fairy tale about “commercial undergrounds” seeking to be born as a “strange” lotus flower… The walls were still drawing the lines of the mountains but they were not closed any more but “opened”, while they made “possible” any desire by equipping and connecting all parts of a whole whose “uncertain” image was none other than that of people themselves.
