In November 1989 the communist government fell in eleven days, without a shot fired, and the border with Austria a few kilometres west was opened after forty years. Workshops, gardens and businesses became private things again, and for a town whose living had always been made from its own hands that mattered. What decided Stupava's future, though, was not politics but distance: fifteen kilometres from a capital city that was about to grow. Within a decade the fields at the edge of the town were being built on, and the question here became how to grow without losing what people come to see.V novembri 1989 padla komunistická vláda za jedenásť dní a bez jediného výstrelu a hranica s Rakúskom pár kilometrov na západ sa po štyridsiatich rokoch otvorila. Dielne, záhrady a živnosti sa vrátili do súkromných rúk, a pre mesto, ktoré sa vždy živilo vlastnými rukami, to nebola maličkosť. O budúcnosti Stupavy však nerozhodla politika, ale vzdialenosť: pätnásť kilometrov od hlavného mesta, ktoré sa práve chystalo rásť. O desať rokov sa na poliach na okraji mesta stavalo a otázka znela, ako rásť a nestratiť pritom to, pre čo sem ľudia chodia.
