ŽIŽGROW

At first glance, it’s a rather unusual house. Its shape looks ready for takeoff, but instead of flames, lettuces are sprouting from it. Downstairs, it’s buzzing with life. The market smells of tomatoes, kids beg for samples, and neighbors dive into endless debates over the price of peppers. There’s noise, laughter, life. And it all happens at its core—where the seeds of the market are sown, where hops grow for the pub, and fish swim that feed the people of Žižkov. And at the very top, beneath the roof, a garden grows for the people. Not for profit, but for those moments when you need to slow down. It’s a house. But not quite like any other.