There must be something in my heritage....something that was born in times before I even existed...something that I'm not even certain I can put words to.

Me? A writer... with no words?

Yes, it happens! I cannot describe the very thing that I am experiencing. There are no words. The experience has a foreign, old world flavor unlike anything I've known in this contemporary world of ours.

But let me try. It is this European desire, this desire of the old country that yearns for business and home to coexist under one roof. It is the desire for a splendid slice of urban
commercial real estate.