This is Amman, my city. A near infinite fresco of white stone houses on many hills and mountains. In and between each house are families, stories to be told, a strong web that grew over the span of a hundred or so years. The Amman I’ve grown to know and love may not be the oldest or fairest of cities, but it certainly has its own character.
This is what they’re trying to change. I don’t fear change in general, it’s just this change. At the back of this panorama, behind those beautiful white houses, you can see a forboding black pillar growing. They’re actually two new skyscrapers being built, totally out of context. This is Amman’s skyline, we don’t need any skyscrapers to reach the heavens, these holy mountains on which Amman was built suffice. I hate them for changing Amman’s natural skyline.