A revival of a community is always accompanied with many inspiring stories. However, only very few of them appear on media and become known and admired. For me, they are a group of friends and regular folks, not one or two out-of-ordinary individuals. They bicker with each other. And they can be smug and wayward. They are not the shining characters portrayed by the media. Rather, they live in the street blocks, real and ordinary. Each person has his/her own trajectory in life, and they all happen at the same time. We all struggle on our own tracks, and we want the better of ourselves. We march forward in the streets that connect.
The moment we walk into this street, our childhood innocence is revived.
In this emergency shelter at an old market, we gather here to realize a dream.
In the eyes of mass media, this street is a hub for cultural creativity and possibly a landmark for local placemaking. In fact, this is where children run in the afternoon. It is filled with laughter. People connect with each other via shopping with and from each other over holidays.
We are a group. Yes, by this I mean “we as a group”. We come to this street because we have unlimited imagination about what our life should be. We work hard for this in our own ways. It is living here that matters. It does not matter whether you grow up here or not. If you have your heart and love the path you choose, everything leaves its mark on this land.