Svi će znati gdje je Super-Andrija! Djelo arhitekta Miroslava Catinellija iz 1973. godine, u novozagrebačkom naselju Siget!”
Ali što: raspitivati se i ne moramo, jer u metropolu, hvalabogu, stižemo letećim ćilimom, i lako ćemo onda, s velike visine već, u rahloj, miješanoj šumi južnih novogradnji, lako ćemo uočiti velebnu mamut-zgradu s više od četiri tisuće dvjesto i pedeset prividno jednakih prozora, u armiranom betonu stameno izlivenu, protupotresnim stubovljem dodatno osnaženu – i s pustom, gle, krovnom terasom, kao stvorenom za neopaženo slijetanje!
Ma kakvo slijetanje. Spustimo se na visinu sedmog, osmog kata i umirimo ćilim u ravnini srednjega ulaza. Taaa-ko! A razmak, odstojanje? Mućnimo, mućnimo glavom: odmaknuti se valja toliko da golim okom komotno zahvaćamo oba kraja Super-Andrijina.
A sada, raspremimo instrumente za dnevno i noćno, za vanjsko i unutarnje promatranje. Otprašimo senzore za infracrvenu i ultrazvučnu teleskopiju, izoštrimo okulare za razudništvo duše, za analizu empirijsku i dubinsku. Ali oprezno s tim! Polako! Dooo-bro! Dobro je.
A sada, dok ne utihne zujanje vjetra u pothlađenom uhu, i dok suzno, nadraženo oko ne postigne stare performance – provjerimo ugrubo, za prvu ruku, kamo smo mi to stigli.
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Everyone knows where to find Super-Andrija!
Anyway, we don’t need to ask around, because we come to the capital on a flying carpet, and Super-Andrija is easy to spot from high up, standing among the dry and mixed woods of southern residential blocks. It’s easy to spot the majestic mammoth-building with more than four thousand two hundred fifty seemingly identical windows, made of stalwart reinforced concrete, supported by earthquake-proof pillars – and look at that wide roof terrace, just perfect for a secret landing!
Come on, what landing?! Let us float down to the seventh or eighth floor and steady the carpet in the axis of the central entrance. There we go! And what about the distance? Let’s mull over this: we should keep so far away that our naked eye can easily see both sides of Super-Andrija.
Now, prepare the instruments for diurnal, nocturnal, external and internal observing. Blow the dust off the sensors for infrared and ultrasound telescopic devices, set the lenses for soul searching, for empirical and abysmal analyses. But careful! Easy does it! Like that, yes! Fine.
Now, while the wind is abating in cold ears and the tearful and irritated eye is getting back to normal, we will make a first rough check of our destination.
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