The building at No. 12 stood at the corner of a bustling European capital. When its foundation was laid in , the air smelled of coal smoke and optimism. The residents were aristocrats in corsets and top hats, discussing the "New Era" over gramophone records.
Silence was replaced by the frantic tempo of Jazz. The women of No. 12 cut their hair short and stayed out late. Radios appeared in every parlor, bringing the world’s voice into the living room for the first time. 20_ti_vek
As the clock ticked toward the millennium, the building’s youngest resident sat by a window, not listening to a gramophone or a radio, but staring at a glowing computer screen. The world was shrinking into a series of wires and signals. The building at No