It's not a park, it's a sad and quiet horror. Rare lonely trees, the whole park, like a bald one, shines through in all directions. It looks more like an enlarged square than a park. No park art was even viewed during the construction of the park. Everything is clumsy, two alleys converging crosswise, a fountain in the center of the intersection. Tiles and a fountain half a century old and in post-war condition, make you want to hug and cry. All imaginable squalor gathered in this underpark to show that it fully corresponds to the squalor and poverty of the city as a whole.