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Post-war gray gave way to the Space Age. Televisions flickered in the windows, showing a flickering blue image of a man walking on the moon. The old horse stables in the back were paved over for a new invention: the family car.

Silence was replaced by the frantic tempo of Jazz. The women of No. 12 cut their hair short and stayed out late. Radios appeared in every parlor, bringing the world’s voice into the living room for the first time. 20_ti_vek

The optimism shattered. The young men of the third floor traded their silk ties for olive-drab wool. For four years, the building felt hollow, its windows taped against distant vibrations, until the survivors returned to a world that no longer recognized their titles. Post-war gray gave way to the Space Age