I always had a fascination for that house.
Every time I traveled to San Juan De la Maguana, once flourishing, now decadent frontier city of the Dominican Republic, just a few kilometers away from the Haitian border, I found myself walking around it and photographing it from the street.
What intrigued me more than the sheer size of this yellow painted wooden building, more than its luxuriously self-indulging, yet Spartan shape, was the absurd number of doors it had all around, both on the lower and on the upper floor.
I kept trying counting all those doors, hoping to reach a definite number, but strangely, I always lost count......
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