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This is more of a symbolic snap shot than a photographic prowess.

If these walls could talk the tales they would tell.

This top Monte Leopoldo is a witness of history. Construction for the present house started in 1613. Through the next 3 centuries there were additions to the house, what is visible here is the very top of the house. On the left somewhat visible are the roofs to the kitchen, chapel, and the original structure from 1613. The roof to the right is the roof of the caretaker’s home. This house was the home of Count and Countess of Fenais, and was in the Count’s family since it was built, his ancestor having won the land in a gambling event. Through its life this house was seized twice to serve as a military hospital most recently during the revolution in 1910 during the revolution overturning the monarchy. In 1920’s the count’s nieces arrived from Germany, after seeing the horrors of the war they found peace running and playing in the gardens. The count died in the 1930’s, in the room behind the partially obscured window. His wife died in 45. The house passed hands to his nephew Ernst Wallenstein. Soon the home was full again Ernst's daughters were overjoyed to live in such a large place with room to roam and beautiful gardens. The conical structure you see between the greenery and the stone wall is a small cave like structure that was built as their playhouse. The two girls grew and in 1964 one of them was married in the chapel in the house. Soon after, Ernst sold the house to his brother Eduardo. 40 years and 1 day ago, a little girl was born in the count’s room, she was to be Eduardo’s last child, the following day Eduardo’s niece gave birth to a little girl too (she was Ernst oldest grandchild and only granddaughter, he doted on her-me). Ernst lived in the smaller caretaker's home (the roof top is on the right), and his granddaughter lived with him for half of every week. The cycle continued the two cousins were inseparable and roamed the gardens, built forts, chased bees, ate peaches until their tummies hurt and celebrated their birthdays together in the house. And then one left to another country, and the cycle was broken.

The house was sold in 2000 for the first time it left the stewardship of the family. The new owners said it would be developed as small exclusive hotel. Soon they disappeared and it became clear that they were not coming back. The house now stands alone, rats navigate the marble floor, and gnaw the hardwoods, the roof slopes, the garden’s overgrown, rabbits made their way into the kitchen, weeds and bushes have covered the heavy green doors.

Please forgive the nostalgic mood of this note. As I talked with my cousin on the phone wishing her a happy 40th, I realized that the roots of my being are planted in this house.

The workshop shows the whole property.

Contrast/ bright to the sky, and NI. Resized incrementally saved for web. Taken from a moving car.

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