When a sign "For Sale" shows up in a window of an old building, something like meaningful crater generates around it. From one sight, handmade fonts with limping and slanting letters, promising changes in a destiny charm us. From the other sight, apartment looks like a homeless dog that is waiting who will take it or a prostitute looking for a client. Passers-by unselfishly estimate its positive and negative features. Everyone has a right to have it, but nobody wants it. Life stopped inside it. Life is going by outside it.