I am not a grand house. I was not built to impress. I was built to protect a family, to offer hope, and to give love a home.
Within my walls, children have been born, generations have grown up, and families have shared what they had. Laughter, song, prayers, and tears have all resounded here. But above all, love lived here.
My walls may be old, but they hold stories that must never be lost. Stories of people who may not have possessed material wealth, but who held the riches of hard work, respect, and togetherness.
When you stand before me, do not see merely an old *kunuku* house. See the heart of Curaçao. For a people that forgets where it comes from may forget the path it must take next.
material: wood, cotton, acrylic paint
I am not a grand house. I was not built to impress. I was built to protect a family, to offer hope, and to give love a home.
Within my walls, children have been born, generations have grown up, and families have shared what they had. Laughter, song, prayers, and tears have all resounded here. But above all, love lived here.
My walls may be old, but they hold stories that must never be lost. Stories of people who may not have possessed material wealth, but who held the riches of hard work, respect, and togetherness.
When you stand before me, do not see merely an old *kunuku* house. See the heart of Curaçao. For a people that forgets where it comes from may forget the path it must take next.
material: wood, cotton, acrylic paint
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