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A broad and barren landscape is sliced by the empty asphalt of a highway. Since it was built ten years ago it has been abandoned and is gradually being reclaimed by nature. Only a few meters away from the rusty guard rail there is a little house with a vegetable garden, a half-finished pool and what is probably the largest asphalt terrace in the world. It is hardly surprising that the inhabitants of this place, father, mother, two adolescent daughters and a son, are not very pleased when construction work starts again on the highway in the summer … (Maya McKechneay)