Ruin as a resistance

July 3, 2016
Baghdad is again affected by war and terrorism in Al Karrada neighborhood. The most deadly attack in Iraq since the appearance of the Islamic State.
324 dead, about 200 wounded. I passed by there 30 minutes before the explosion.
Far from unreal, this day rhymes with almost daily here in Iraq, but it is no longer part of mine, having not returned to my country for 10 years.
Today, I live it from the inside and not through my family words, who lives this reality day by day.
I understand then on this tragic day, what are the feelings of danger, fear, uncertainty, fragility: here, we are never certain to come back alive, once the entry door  crossed.

July 4, 2016
We are the day after attacks. I have neither the desire nor heart to get ready, but it must be, it is an important dinner. I prepare myself quickly.
18:00, time to go out. I go through the front door, the one that separates me from reality and outside danger. But it is not the only one, since I have to cross with the agreement and the guards' signs a second door, then a third one. This door is so heavy visually, and so difficult to push. These thresholds are the last places where I could feel safe. I can finally breathe some fresh air, but not more than a few minutes, time for the driver to open the car door parked in front of the house.
Here, drivers do not follow GPS, they know exactly where they are going, know the streets and their danger by heart and can not borrow any way. This is the beginning of a sequence of control points: a first, then a second a few meters further, even if nothing is really controllable.
We are caught in traffic jams: waiting, go forward little by little, do not seeing the end. I had never been so eager to hear the engine restart.
Traffic jams are not synonymous with time lost, but for fear of dying.
A situation, among many others, that represents the daily life of Iraqis: the instability of a country bruised, the fragility of a terrified population, the landscape ruin and a decaying architecture.
What struck me particularly was the chaos in which the country settled. The Iraqi people no longer have time to look at their surroundings, no longer have time to realize the disaster of their streets, the collapse of part of their city. One out of two buildings is ravaged. Ravaged by war, ravaged by time. These ruins told stories, heart-wrenching stories. All destruction carried with it the memory of a building but also the memory of those who left with it. These ruins were both beautiful and tragic at the same time. Beautiful because they carried a memory, tragic, for the finality of their fate. 

This little trip is a beginning of this one year research project, about war ruin and how to deal with them.

Ruin rehabilitation 
Global Design research
and innovation mastere
Final research project 

Creating weakness points in order to anticipate a ruin structure by hiding sub structures.

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