3. Q_Phenomena
The character is a woman of
35 years old.
She loves being in continuous activities during day and night. Her life is filled of people who have good relationship with her. She is living in an apartment, but she aims having bigger spaces to live in.
Higher living level is one of her motivation to gain. Family is one of her strongest and weakest points in the same time, but she is still missing the perfect man to be her husband. She is pretty, with blond hair and cold blue eyes, easygoing that lacks the point of creating confidences and trust in them.
In her life she has had many relationships but they were ended unsuccessfully. She is stubborn and intolerant
According to her family she also loves kid , their kind smiles and innocent faces but she is conscious that she is not as patient and attended as she would like to be. She spends her free time during day doing sports as jogging, playing basketball and tennis.
Every weekend she goes out with her closest friends to clubs, releasing all her everyday stresses by having enormous quantities of alcohol and smoking cigarettes.
She is quite an extravagant woman while she is frequenting her nightlife, her way of getting dressed , her accessories and make up. By the other side she has an extremely different image in her ordinary days when she is at work , wearing her judge’s uniform. She is responsible about her decisions, but in her own life she dreams things that are somehow basic for the others that she is missing them. She is addicted to her mobile phone and cigarette pack. She expects changes and she dreams of big ones in her life but she forgets herself being distant and unfaithful. She is extremely obsessed on tidiness and particularity of things or situations.
She wants to find the person that can feed all this perfection of her needs and requests.
_Actor Profile (Middle Age man)
Besnik , 55 years old, an unemployed man, lives with his son’s family in urban apartment, in a new housing area made of high multistory buildings. In front of his balcony lies an old and ruined ex-industrial factory. Next to it, an empty field made of septic tanks where gypsies dig to find old metals remained from the ex-factory, struggling to live.
Once, he has been a well positioned person in his work and been used in respecting laws, rules and working with loyalty. His job position was substituted by somebody who isn’t able for that job, but had enough friends who offered a job which he didn’t deserve. This was a situation he couldn’t handle , so he choose to give up. He used to like reading books, newspapers and be well informed. But reality changed him…now he is just concerned in making happy his niece and dealing with everyday activity.
He wakes up early in the morning, get dressed in an ordinary, modest way without giving importance, ultimately he will gather to pass time with his older friends around the neighborhood. Despite this, he doesn’t forget to include in his pocket the cell phone as his children or nieces may call him, cigarettes, the sitting chair, notebook, pen, chessanddomino. While leaving his house, he knows that his retired friend is waiting for him at the usual meeting spot. He greets his friend, meanwhile he stands in front vibrating a cigarette.
Together, interchanging jokes, they cross through the void space, in the paths created by the gipsy workers, projecting an ignoring look on them, as they are not existing at all.
His everyday activity just started, he sat down on his old chair, threw the domino stones..Everything else is forgotten in the sake of his humorous and funny friendship. Noises, crowds of people passing across them in the main street, bus stopping once in a while , are totally neglected to him until his phone rings . He leaves with the phrase that:Family needs me . Family is my all and I live for my niece now.
After that, the group of domino is spreaded while he leads toward the primary school. Hugging his niece feelsoptimistic that his life has a huge motif to go on. Breaking the monotony of his everyday habit, he is lost in the stories of his niece. Trying to get something about her dreams, optimism and her originality, at the mean time imagining in a hopeful way.
As climbing the stairs, optimism and pessimism were fighting, remembering his good job and position he had, the hopeful and dreamer man he was once, trying to figure out how he became self-centered and disappointed.
Now he has lost totally his personal preferences, and his afternoon was dedicated to soap operas and folk music. His afternoon would be perfect if he would take his niece and walked for hours in a park, full of green trees, sitting in a comfortable bench. He had forgotten this hobby of his; deeply he had forgotten a lot of his personality .
woman in career
On Monday. 7:00 o'clock in the morning. Awakened alarm clock rang, and she throws it in the floor in anger as her timed virtual lines between sleep and dreams, where she always tries to find out other dimensions.
The hole day program of hers, is preceded by a rapid preparation of the morning, which then gives time to her devotion and attention to external appearance. Serious, authoritative, beautiful and perfect in every detail. For the last time, the other side of the mirror time give the approval for her sleek appearance. Now the flat stays lonely with no sounds of her heels.
The elevator went down to the ground floor, from the tenth floor where she lives, by fulfilling a wish her to live between sky and earth .. Rapidly aims to arrive in the parking lot near the residence. A first thought comes to her mind, exactly the traffic she has to face with .
Passing on the perimeter of the neighborhood, unconsciously, her eyes go, empty space near the ex industrial factory Enver. Piles of excavated soil, bushes and trees that sprouted here and there, some gypsies in digging with the shovel.
Suddenly, there her mind begins to project in this space, the line of a monumental building, the gloomy gray facade, looking exactly her place of employment was there.
Meanwhile began to become still more part of the movement and space. Car traffic, noise and different vehicles, the nightingale of the traffic policeman who tries to give direction to the morning chaos, people who rush to go anywhere, face pessimistic, tired, sleepy, distorted. A dynamic movements, gestures to a simultaneous circulation that seems never ending.
Here's where it starts and another contact with the world, for this first week. Her phone rings, one of the elements that clearly identifies in her life. Female voice that is reminiscent of the days and hours issues. On the other line waiting Frida, her best friend, who could not start her day without drinking a coffee with Elona. This call is one very common occurrences in the life of Elona, but make her feel better for role taken in her best friend life.
In a way, she is a kind of shadow to Elona, leading her personal matters by trying to present what the perfect man, which is not difficult, for her, taking in consideration her love experiences.
Clothing stores, coffee bar, again clothing stores, coffee again, the eledery playing dominoes in the side of the street, a woman seems waiting endlessly bus, a young boy going to school while listening to the music with headphones, colored facade, texts repeated continuously, trees that burden of dust and smoke of vehicles. A picture of this, that she gets for a few seconds, while the red traffic lights as an irony causes more delays to go to the work.
Finally she parks her car before the court building. Hailed knowns, colleague and she's hailed from all, even from who she had never seen before. While the secretary understands her delay and recognizing it, immediately brings her a strong coffee without sugar. A nice office, dark colors, cold one, big working table, a large number of files closed casees, the other still outstanding. Here begins a gray footage in her life whom she will pass faster, if she would be able to do it. 10 years of experience had made her work simple, but also monotonous.
As many other times, lunch comes en office, ordered in the restaurant, and here is she and files that make company to her. While a sweet taste, the phone falls back, where a man who had known casually in the pub on the weekend, are cordially invited her for a coffee. Charming, with a brilliant career, smiling, and easy-going. Why not? Time already had passed at 17.00, so she can somehow organise the afternoon. Meanwhile she remembers that she has in hand an important issue that she has to study particulary... but she doesn't like the idea of coming back so early at home, alone and regretful for the cancellation of invitation.
The meeting was determined in a block near the block of her residence, for the reason that she loves this bar which make a wonderful taste of Lavazza's coffee. But another reason for this selection is that she doesn't want to move using car when she's exhausted after work.
In fact, the situation is created such that she doesn't focuses on topics but she losts on details about the way he speaks, as is wearing, as he is giving the following details of his own life. Although she leaves the next meeting is aware that neither this time not worked. She lackes the specific communication which she has long desperately trying to find.
In the car again, but this time with a different sensation. Space becomes little more intimate, with the assembled, with fewer people on the street, with little noise.While she gets out of the car, after having parked the car, she faces a rankness from the burning of various wastes. She enters in the apartment, thinking of calming down. She wears slippers, soft cotton suit. In her package of cigarettes it has remained the last one, which she lets purposely in order to enjoysmoking it in her balcony . Enjoying the horisont illuminated by many lights of the city, the eyes move to the ground level. A great stain, black. This was the image of barren space that she saw in the morning. Again she aimes to create a bridge of communication, but this time quite different from the first projection. Playing volume of shapes, intersected lines projected on light in the sky, connecting land in the air, with emptyness , where her feelings of the space at theis late evening in one of her ordinary day of her life.
_ Middle age man
He woke up early in the morning in a lazy way to start and resume again and again the same monotonous day. While he was wearing his old shoes, the clay layer recalled him the place where he lives and walks..He couldn’t be waiting to get out of his apartment, as those four walls were restraining him especially his freedom. He needed more than everything his own Space…Time…Freedom! He felt compassion for himself as his days were riding, with an unjust trotter, leaving behind his past. He felt strange how he unified with the so –called modernist time and turned in its jelly. Modernism has gigantic steps for me..The melancholic- and slammed the door.
While he was greeting the saleswoman in the market in the first floor of the high multistory building, he distinguished his retired friend vibrating as usually a cigarette. Smiling to him, passed in the organized sidewalk. Both of them interchanged their first joke, while keeping in one hand their activity’s necessary objects.
It was a fresh, calm and clean morning. Time marked 9.00 am. Rain had just splattered a little bit the pavement. He loved this morning, in the open air and would love to walk with his friend. He would love this morning to last with its clean, fresh air, without dust and noises, cars or colonies of parasite men drinking alcohol or coffees , sitting on the tables out of the bars, invading so the hole sidewalk.
In front of him, in one main intersection point of secondary streets, a young girl detected him and asked him for an interview. He remembered her from the other day and tried to avoid meeting her. He didn’t want to speak to anybody. He needed his own tranquility. He was sure that nothing could be changed even by speaking.
He ran to the other side of the sidewalk, entered into a bakery to order his preferred bread for the lunch time, at 14.00 pm when he would come back. He exchanged two single words with the bakery saleswoman, just for not being too rude. From the other side, next to the bakery, the owner of a coffee bar, with a loud voice, invited them for a coffee. At the beginning he wanted to pretend as he wasn’t hearing, he doesn’t like the so-called “neighborhood brother’s”. But politely he didn’t accept the invitation as he remembered that his money weren’t enough to satisfy himself with such kind of luxury.
Together with his friend, they preferred to walk and chat with each other. They had their own destination. They wanted to stay away of the coffee chats and neighborhood gossips. With childish and slow steps, they didn’t want to stop walking. They would like it last, without breaking the limit of intimate chat and perfect morning weather.
Their destination was 2 minutes away with their steps. Usually they preferred the longest way to get there. Organizing in mind, which road wouldn’t bother them, they started to find the good and bad side of each option.
In the leading street by which their destination and neighborhood are separated rubbishes, old clothes were spread all around; waste basket had fallen alongside, dogs trying to get in there, helping the gipsy finding something useful for him. The gipsy had opened the old clothes all around, exposing and choosing carefully the best ones. He stared at him, frightened and with disgust. He didn’t like at all this person. He didn’t feel pity for him; he’s just a bad starting point of the day and couldn’t support the bad smell. But comparing to himself, he felt happy. At least, he had somewhere to sleep and eat.
Directed towards the connective street, he had to greet a man who stands in the middle of the road, catching people, convincing them to travel with taxi. He was the neighborhood taxi-driver. He would rather choose to turn his head down and just walk.
His friend gave the option to walk around the other side. The sidewalk would have the same pavement. They would pass across some old ruined and demolish ex industrial building, which languish from humidity, bad odor of history, of memories and forgetters. The dogs coming around tired more than people, sick, without food would start to follow them, quietly. He thought for the moment that this neighborhood deeply can be recognizable by its odor, and people with a good sniff notice he is in tramp of memories.
Meanwhile, to the corner of the street they were trying to figure out how to avoid the ironic traders of the free clothes’ market. They had the same technique as the taxi drivers, they were helpless comparing to convincing abilities’ to buy or enter to the market. In continuity, they would meet up the sanitary worker which would beg them to give a cigarette and start telling her family problems. They had their owns, didn’t want to hear anymore. They could give her the whole packet, for not hearing more snivels.
The day started to lose its freshness. People together with their cars, woke up the dust and noises all around. Now was the perfect time to get down on his activity and forget everything.
So both decided, to pass for the first time indirectly through the empty space, to follow the paths created spontaneously by the gipsy workers that dig metal. In fact, to pass there would be a double sacrifice. The rain of the other night, made all the area dogged full of clay. The open holes, the dogged once were left as small caves, the odor of impurity was spread overall the area. By the other side they should be prepared to see any not pleasant view of people having their personal needs there. But for today it was the best choice, as gypsies weren’t because of the night rain.
Trying to find the path with less clay, they passed this space full of holes, imagining and pretending it different. There were still some green parts, but after that a hole is found, and unfortunately thought this area is lost totally in minimal things.
They got directly, from the gypsies holes to the main street, where all the domino group were waiting for them. They left afterwards the supposed tranquility, freshness, clean morning.
The active people in the main street were all lost in going to their own destination. Crowds of people were still waiting in front of bus station, some others were pushing each other to enter in the bus, the daily chaos of the street started, with its noises and trumpets.
He was totally forgotten at the moment, he felt alone and tiny while people were acting. He was sitting in his chair, while people were running; he throws the domino stone, while others were making a step forward…his circle was created by almost 15 men all around. The domino game was going on his side. His wide boundaries of his needed space were restrained to a circle boundaries made of old men, who smile and make jokes to forget, trying not to memorize.
Some kind he like sitting in the main street and play domino. He understand better his world in between large scale outside the circle of his friends and inside the circle , he was much more happy while pulling his head down , focused in the game, neglecting everything happening in the street.
Time marked 13.30 p.m. he had to break the circle , to create it again tomorrow. But he had to take his niece from school. He didn’t want to mixture his morning experience walking in the paths, with his niece. He would prefer more a desert road, more than the ones with bad examples all around. He tried to keep his niece away from the overviews of gypsies or people which were made their personal needs.
He would wish for a different afternoon. He would love to make her happy someway, but his affordable conditions couldn’t afford much. The balcony offered him the possibility to dream for that piece of land being so in vain badlyand exploited. Gypsies or transitional who use this land, weren’t there now, but their evidences were still there. They ruined the reality and his dreams.
In the ground floor of his apartment, a small children games and a bar were luring him to substitute his missingpublic space. He took a few of his money in the pocket, and leveled off with his niece to have a few hours in the lights and quite afternoon of their neighborhood. His shoes with layer of clay, just recalled the chains dividing reality from dreams.
7. Keywords
Unmeet Needs | Symbolic Capital | Motivation | Triggers |
Family portrait Institutional building Public park Interactive spaces | Work office Perfect husband Park Public library Tree Urban pavement | Achieving dreams Believe in herself Hang on dreams Family/ friends Being herself Making things happen Taking control of life Understanding the others Visualizing things Believing she’s UNIQUE Enthusiasm | Tabacoo shop Clothing shop Coffee -bar Clock alert in the morning Mobile phone calls |
PARK
An area of land set aside for public use, as:
A piece of land with few buildings adjoining a town, maintained for recreational and ornamental purposes.
INTERACTIVE SPACE
Involving the actions or input of a user; especially : of, relating to, or being a two-way electronic communication system (as a telephone, cable television, or a computer) that involves a user's orders (as for information or merchandise) or responses (as to a poll)
PUBLIC LIBRARY
A noncommercial library often supported with public funds, intended for use by the general public.
HANG ON DREAMS
Psychological / Emotional Perspective:
If we are conscious in our dream of something hanging up, there may be word association, in that literally there is a ‘hang up’in our lives. If something is hanging over us, then we are feeling threatened by circumstances around us. To be watching a hanging suggests a sense of insecurity. If there are a large number of people present, our reputation may be at stake.
BELIEVE IN YOURSELF
This would be a slogan for people motivation, to go ahead, to make people believe that dreams come true by starting in beliving in own abilities.
DATING ROOMS
This reference to the cases when you go out with someone and communicate with him/her regua lar basis. You have also agreed to date. An exlusive relationship is when you agree not to dateother people.
The space for dating rooms wold be placed in the compositon of the intervention to create possibilities of communications and new relationships.
_Middle age men
Unmet Needs | Symbolic Capital | Motivation | Triggers |
-Paths | -Intimate | -Family | - Game Group |
-Clean | -Public space | - His Niece | - Friends |
-Free of charge | -Greenery | - Friendship | - Occasional meetings |
-Tranquility | - Fresh ,clean | ||
-Safety | -Ideal park | ||
-Chair / table |
Paths: in this contest it will be a narrow walk or way through the area, which will lead to acourse of action, conduct, or procedure ad destination.
Clean: will be used in terms of being free from pollution, pure which will be characterized bya fresh, wholesome quality. In terms of structure, it will be in means of being easily readable, forceful and simple.
Tranquility: is based in the quality or state of being tranquil; calm; peaceful; quiet and being serene.
Chair / table: they will be the main accessories used by people and will provide the most elementary service which is now an unmet need.
They will accomplish the need for a group of people and their activities.
Public Space: it will mean the intersection point of people, with the partly meaning of being in use and designated in a specific activity. In broaden way, it means people will know which area is particularly used as a common one.
Ideal Park: This term is relating to a personality requirements and not in first meaning of being ideal. It is in terms of what people need mostly and according to them, what they want to have in there. It will be a park dedicated to people and not of being badly exploited.
Family: Being as a motivation is more in relation to his niece, to who is dedicated everything, even the person itself. Everything needed and wanted will be thought in his needs and desires, for a better education and culture of passing time and leisure.
Friendship: relates to be in association as friends, not just in gaming or passing time but chatting, discussing, being together. This term will be included the relation between older age and children.
Game Group: the concept of grouping is used in terms of aging and common interests who perform and will be the activators and main participants who generate the movement.
Occasional Meetings: these meetings will be created by the way of circulation, which will make it seem occasional aiming to socialize and getting the community into interaction.
This project is perfectly fitting community needs.I can say that i love this project when i see at it.
ReplyDeleteeshte sh interesant me tvertete. hajt ishalla po i sheh ndonjeri per zbatim keto projektet tona. urime t 2jave. :)
ReplyDeleterrofsh Linda ishte e lodhshme ne fakt, po ne te 2ja gjithmone ja dalim mbane. Sa per projektet tona...te shpresojme per mire :)
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