Scattered garbage and disturbing burned trees discourage our intrusion into the area. Inside, the black concrete building stands in this vast place, cubic, unflappable. Above, the hill bleeds, its red ground spreading everywhere - as if it is trying to stitch a dark wound, as if mother nature is reacting to the sad story of this abandoned concert stadium, trying to erase this human ‘failure’.
Designed by a famous architect some 20 years ago, a political fight brought the stadium to a close, only four years after its opening. Abandoned since then, its structure looms at the heart of the story. The place has been forgotten, but with its wound – still open – the new conditions have created an area for a new kind of collective action.
During one of my visits, I discovered how the parking lot had been transformed into a wild motorcycle circuit – a new function, somewhat still linked to its original idea of entertainment and performance. These new ‘users’ bring life to the place, maintain it, care for it. In this no man’s land, engines now scream the distress of the dark concrete building loudly, and, hopefully, will exorcise the curse.