It was part of a settlement, a collection of various buildings with appartments, built in the fifties. My Mr. Swiss lived there with his mother for at least 10 years. It was a childhood home. We drive past on the way to the supermarket, three times a week. A month ago it was surrounded by cranes and they began their work of destruction.
In modern times, not even buildings last very long. Almost 60 years and they no longer meet modern standards, although there were people still living there a few months ago. They now have to make room for something more modern, better, a settlement in green fields and no longer with old fashioned designs. I managed to take a photo in its death throws, nothing special, just another brick falling from the wall.