When the guide ushered me into the flat, I was awed. Not just by the construction but by the sheer power an empty space confined within solid walls can exude.

It suddenly came to me: houses are so much like women. I felt the place was beckoning me, just like a young woman who has waiting all her life for her lover.

When you look at a new flat, at first its just the walls, the marble on the floor, the slabs on the kitchen top, the squeaky clean seat on the commode. But when you start walking around with a little love, the place opens up a new world. There is so much she has to offer. You want to caress the smooth finish, whisper sweet nothings in the corners, make wild, wild love to the space that lets you in as much as you want and then some more.