This gray building always interested me because of its weird distance from the town, for its being so isolated between the railway and the overpass. A house impossible to live in, a house where only intellectuals absorbed by their own activities could decide to live in, without watching outside. Solid and unconquerable like a fortress tower, I tried to photograph it for years without success. I also love it for a photograph by Gabriele Basilico: sunlight putting in evidence its pure lines and stating its insolent presence, while a man, taken by back as watching it, stands leaned on a handrail (probably waiting for a tram).

The building recently got a new cover that made it less light than before, and found itself at the center of the glamour trend given by the new town planning. Once a post-atomic or a post-industrial building:  elitist now, even in its solitude.