This is a story about the starry sky, a story about a nighttime companion, a story about a strange bathing party team, and a story about Epicurus and his garden. But ultimately, it’s also a story about you.

Almost forty years ago, we began to look at a ruin in front of CASAdelDRAGON. We wondered who had lived there. We wondered what would become of this house, threatened by decay.

In the evenings, we sat on the terrace and gazed at the silhouettes of this ruin in the moonlight. In those early years, there was hardly any street lighting in the village of Cervera del Maestre, and certainly not on the street with the many ruins—our street.

When we raised our gaze to the starry sky, we saw the constellation Ursa Major (the Great Bear). That constellation had always been something special. Wherever we came to rest in the evening after work wherever in Europe, wherever we had said goodbye to the day and welcomed the night together, this constellation was always present before us. Over the years, it had become a reliable companion. And this companion gave each of these places a feeling of home.

All of this is long past, but it is the foundation of my knowledge, upon which I can stand comfortably and which I have been able to develop further over all these years. I read the stones. I listen too. They speak to me. When I lift such a natural stone, move it in my hand, then I read it. It is not me who assigns the stone its new place; it is the stone that tells me how it should best lie and how I should align it in the best way. Some stones joyfully say YES, some are reserved, and some say NO. I listen to them. I respect their reply. When I read the stones, I also read the traces of the previous working of maybe free masons. Some of the stones in the ruins in Cervera were cutted out from the rocks. You can recognize them by the fact that they have been little or not at all hewn. They were mostly used as building blocks within the natural stone walls. The “beautiful” stones were all hewn. They show traces of human workmanship. But these traces are much older than expected. The older houses in the village of Cervera del Maestre are largely built from the natural stones of the castle. Poor families from the north were invited to help revive the village in the 15th century, and they were granted the right to use the old castle ruins as a quarry.

The ruins in front of CASAdelDRAGON are also made of these stones. They weren’t hewn by the masons when this house was built; they were hewn when the castle was constructed, more than 1,000 years ago.

When I hold one of these stones in my hand, it’s a magical moment. I read the stone, I listen to it. It tells of that ancient time. I have great respect for what this stone has witnessed. And I am grateful that I can give it a new, important place.

Just as you can read and listen to the stones, you can also read the facades of old houses. You can tell whether the people who built them were wealthy or poor, whether they had time for details or only worked on their homes briefly after a hard day’s work in the fields.

The houses of wealthy people usually have stone lintels above the window reveals and doors and gates, while those of poor people tend to have wooden beams. Wealthy people could often afford stone arches, while poor people could hardly afford them. Wealthy people have facades where all the outer stones are hewn and worked, while poor people used a variety of materials, and you often find broken bricks mixed in with the natural stones.

Those who had to save money when building their homes did as the Romans did. They reused old building materials as much as possible. And that’s exactly what we’re doing now with the reconstruction of the facade at the House of the Big Bear.

At the lower entrance, on the left-hand side, there are some very special clay bricks. These stones come from a construction waste dump in Vinaros, a city nearby. On the north side of the main beach, where a small forest with fitness equipment has now been built, there used to be a large dumping ground. The sea is eroding the land in this area, and the loose natural stone there offers little resistance to the waves. So, in the last century, construction debris was often dumped on the beach to slow down the erosion.

Many old clay bricks from castles, fortresses, and stately homes were also dumped there. The surf had washed many of them clean, removing all traces of mortar.

When we drove to the seaside in Vinaros after work at CASAdelDRAGON with our helpers, each of us carried two buckets. It was a strange sight in the summer. Several construction workers would arrive at the tourist beach with buckets, and before going for a swim, they would search for clay bricks in the spoil heap. Almost every trip to the seaside ended with us returning to Cervera with buckets full of these old clay bricks.

The tourists didn’t understand us, but a few elderly pensioners, who watched us with amusement, knew what we were doing and why.

These bricks had adorned castles and palaces, and we would give them a proper place in Spanish architecture again someday. We used many of these clay bricks in the CASAdelDRAGON. Some survived the passage of time in the cellar of Casa Pacha Mama. Now their time has come; they are finding a new home in the facade of Casa Oso Mayor.

When Epicurus decided to establish a university, he didn’t want to build a palace like so many other schools for the children of the wealthy in ancient Greece. He chose to create a garden, and anyone entering through a gate had to agree to a condition: in this garden, all people are equal. This was a humanitarian demand of the human family, and in ancient Greece, an outrageous provocation.

In recent years, we have rebuilt or helped rebuild several houses in Cervera. At the moment, we aren’t considering rebuilding old Vincente’s house as a residence. We are considering dedicating this house to the human family. Instead of a building, we want to create a patio, preserving and securing the existing structures of the house. This is the work we began in November 2025.

If you, too, would like to listen to the stones, if you want to become part of this story, then find your way to Casa Oso Mayor in Cervera del Maestre (Castellon / Spain).

This is a story about my grandmother, a Cologne author, radio presenter, and actress. It’s also a story about building (houses in mountain villages in Spain). And it’s a story about Vincente, an old farmer in such a Spanish mountain village. And it’s the story of the beginning of a story whose end we don’t yet know. Perhaps it will be told here digitally one day; it will certainly be passed on later in analog form, maybe in an open patio in Calle Las Parras, by sitting in a bar, talking about the history of this beautiful village.

My grandmother was able to teach me a lot. She had a special way of preparing the ground for learning. Her comments and wisdom usually came rather casually. But somehow she had a good sense of when the right time was. So many things are solidified and constantly available for navigation. When we once talked about careers and career choices, she said: “Don’t make what you really enjoy your job!”

Later, I was faced with the choice of whether architecture or fine art was the right course of study. I chose neither. But later, I created many works of art and even built a few houses.

The first house I actively worked on wasn’t my house at all. It was my great-uncle’s house in Dattenfeld an der Sieg, a German village near Cologne with 1000 inhabitants. I was 10 years old and enthusiastically demolished an old chimney. I particularly remember throwing the old tiles from the roof arch through an open wall onto the trailer behind the tractor as fun.

The second house is still standing in the South of France. Nine years later, I helped a friend rebuild an old stone house in the Corbieres. The alcoholic carpenter wasn’t really up for it. This gave me the opportunity to build the first roof truss of my life. I stayed until the roof was finished. And it was a special experience.

The third house was CASAdelDragon. With the help of over 150 people from all over the world, we rebuilt a ruin. After 20 years, we were able to celebrate the – provisional – completion of this construction site with our first art exhibition on the ground floor.

After that, and at the same time, there were other projects in Europe. They were our own or projects by friends. The focus was always on fun and the joy of building. And that remains the case to this day.

An old farmer lived on our street. He is no longer alive. For many years, Vincente walked through the streets of the mountain village with a cold cigar in the corner of his mouth, nodding in greeting or raising his hand, speaking little.

He knew that I was very interested in his aunt’s ruins. He had inherited them but never rebuilt them. Every day, he sat for a few hours on his terrace and listened to the people on their paseo, a common walk through the village in the milder evenings at the time. He looked at the ruins from his terrace. I looked at the ruins from our terrace.

Many years later, he became very ill, and one day, no one knew where he was, and everyone in the village was worried. I fetched a ladder, and a neighbor climbed into his house via the first-floor balcony. Vincente was lying in the bathroom, still alive but unresponsive. He woke up disoriented. The ambulance took him away, and I never saw him again.

Years later, a relative approached me. Vincete told her: “I will never do anything else with this ruin in my life. When I’m dead, give it to the German from CASAdelDRAGON.”

Now we have cleared this ruin of ivy and begun to remove the rubble, debris and garbage. This is a first step. We did this as a token of gratitude to Vincente and his family. And we also removed the ivy from the neighbor’s facade (with her consent).

While doing this work, I remembered my first weeks at CASAdelDRAGON. Back then, we spent a week hauling rubble and garbage. The entire left side of the ground floor was almost completely full of the garbage of a 12-person household, accumulated over the years.

Back then, the village still had a construction waste dump, and we drove there frequently. When the trailer was loaded mostly with construction waste, the farmers would ask us to use it to repair the roads. Than we unloaded on the way.

Back then, there was no waste separation. And I didn’t realize how much recyclable material this construction debris contained.

We have now cleared out a quarter of Vincente’s old house. We are carefully separating the waste and saving all the natural stones. Most of them come from the castle (and were quarried there 600 years ago by Vincente’s ancestors). When they expelled the Moors, the conquerors invited poor families from Catalonia to settle here and quarry stones from the castle to build houses underneath.

Every stone here has a long history. And we are preserving these stones with respect, thus making this history available for future generations.

This is a first step; many more will follow.

The plan is to develop this house as a social meeting place. An open kitchen in an open patio, a dry toilet, a small storage room, a bar, and perhaps two sleeping spaces for pilgrims and other guests of this village. The house is intended to be open for the visitors of CASAdelDRAGON, but especially for the residents of the old quarter of Cervera del Maestre. We also want to commemorate a time when residents would sit in front of their houses in the evenings, hoping that others would pass by on their paseo and be ready for a chat. These conversations were often prolonged with pastries and drinks. This is how it can be again, once social media has found its way back from the digital mess to the analog beauty.

Vicente’s house has now waited 50 years. Its time has come. We will report back.

Now we are thinking about the right name.

• Pati de l’Óssa Major
• Bar Regalo / Regalo Bar
• Casa de l’Óssa Major
• La Botiga Gratuïta
• El Pati

What is you favorite? Let us know. Come around for a chat. The gallery is open all weekends in summer.