It does not take wars and cataclysms for vibrant city streets to fall into disrepair. It is often a gradual process, resulting from natural social and economic change. The old goes away the new comes in. But there is a narrow cultural gap between the old and the new.

In the cracking walls and blind eye sockets of the windows of ruined buildings lies the story of countless lives. It is a tale of days gone by, of the hopes, joys and sorrows that these walls have seen.

In the seemingly dead ruins lies the memory of times that will not return, but which still live on in our imagination and stories.