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‘How Things Meet’ takes a retrospective look at the construction of 51N4E\u2019s TID tower in Tirana (ALB) and explores the projects that followed in its wake.\u00a0In addition, the book marries Falma Fshazi\u2019s short stories about discovering Tirana. Photographs by Stefano Graziani.<\/p>\n
‘Tell me where you want to go first. I will tell you the whole story on the way. My generation is well versed in The Palace of Dreams,’ Ont said, a strange pride straightening his back, as though it had shed a few of its years. ‘As for today\u2019s youth, that\u2019s a different story.’<\/em><\/p>\n This book \u2013 dual-narrative, part photo-novel, part real-life journey \u2013 tells a single story from multiple perspectives.\u00a0 In the first part, Falma Fshazi\u2019s short stories are linked with Stefano Graziani\u2019s photographs. This is the story of a discovery; an encounter with a strange land; beyond East and West; a city, Tirana. The second section takes a retrospective look at the construction of 51N4E\u2019s TID tower, and explores the projects that followed in its wake, from 2004 onwards. It describes the moments, processes and relationships that brought the architects into contact with a culture and a context so different from their own. More than anything, it is a story about embracing otherness, and a contemplation of \u2018how things meet\u2019.<\/p>\n This book will be presented during the event \u2018Bravoure: contributions from Flanders\u2019 on 27 May 2016, and will be on sale in the bookshop of the International Architecture Biennale in Venice.<\/p>\n “At first Eja was made dizzy ‘How Things Meet’ takes a retrospective look at the construction…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":869,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[129],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-635","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-books"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/falmafshazi.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/635","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/falmafshazi.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/falmafshazi.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/falmafshazi.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/falmafshazi.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=635"}],"version-history":[{"count":13,"href":"https:\/\/falmafshazi.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/635\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":967,"href":"https:\/\/falmafshazi.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/635\/revisions\/967"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/falmafshazi.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/869"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/falmafshazi.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=635"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/falmafshazi.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=635"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/falmafshazi.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=635"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nby this city, which simultaneously
\nseemed like nothing and
\neverything. Then, the stairs were
\nsurprising: they led down to the
\nhotel lobby, like an unexpected
\nturn of events. And now, it was this
\nquestion that was confusing.
\nBut Garta, whose beauty could
\narrest the attention of even the most
\nexhausted visitor, would not let it
\ngo: \u2018It means \u2018come\u2019, \u2018come in\u2019, \u2018come
\ncloser\u2019 or even \u2018welcome!\u2019 A very
\nwelcome invitation, so to speak.\u2019
\nDeeply tired after more than
\n24 hours travelling, Eja didn\u2019t
\nknow whether this was something
\nat which to laugh or weep. For
\na few seconds silence flowed
\nbetween them, ending when light
\nflickered in Garta\u2019s eyes and
\nshe said,\u00a0\u2018It\u2019s more like the first,
\nthough.\u2019“ p.3.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"