I met Mony and Edo some time ago on the occasion of their first home project.

A young couple. It was the 90s.

She, a beautiful woman, attractive, light as the air.

He, an impossible man, ready joke .. too ready and so much savoir faire.

It was late every time we met.

I remember with pleasure the moments spent together, even those interminable at 08.00 in the evening, when the discussion stagnated stuck on that detail that for Edo mattered little but for Mony it was vitally important .... of course the opposite also happened, especially when it came neuralgic speeches, such as the color of the loudspeakers or the type of shaping of the top of the radio station, between the other remade a couple of times or maybe more.

This is their home number 3.