Waiting / Absence

I prepared all i could, I wore the green outfit, I drank the morning coffee and waited. It was an ordinary summer day in which i could not bare the absence any more. It is the estrangement that i have became accustomed to practicing since a long time ago, when my birds left me and my heart became inhabited by emptiness and waiting.

From the first moment i arrived in shatana, after my first wolk through the village, i felt that the empty houses were full of love, waiting, and nostalgia for those who had once given it life. This kind of place follows me everywhere. I tried to bring this feeling back into the houses. I collected voices from people around the village through intimate conversations. The good morning, the coffee, welcome, children, games, an elderty man´s memories and his sadness here and there, love, happiness and peace.