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It is possible to talk about a city in many different languages and ways. The author of this article has chosen poetic language and phenomenology. Which, in some sense, is not only more appealing and emotional, but also more precise, by providing the opportunity to talk about each person’s experiences alongside the great perspectives of nature and the Lord, which are the topics of emperors and city planners. To talk about something else that gives meaning to the former and significance to the place. Black exists alongside white, and chaos alongside the universe, which, in summary, form a whole, by telling us about the beauty and toil, the searches and creations of our human existence. To find a place for our thoughts. To make a person’s experience a part of memory, to change light into form, which affects us as a new created reality, and which, in conclusion, is the only reality where we actually function, love, give birth, dry our towels and bras, quarrel with our neighbour. This is an article about the environment where the city around us becomes the skin and the houses the body, which, once it is formed, cannot be dissected on any anatomical cutting board, where the surface is not smooth, the clouds are not spheres, or the streets are not straight as arrows. The author believes that hereafter, when communicating with cities, one should not pay attention to culture and laws, knowledge and space as the extension of the hand of kings, but everyone’s right to find their own way home and their own house, to stumble and stand up in the imperfections, to find their own city behind the black holes. Where the apple trees and kingcups blossom in the spring and where, at night, the women look like Mary and Eve – at the same time.