I was opening my folder named „pictures” trying to clean the dust from the old memories and bringing to live the forgotten ones.
During the last 3 years I took a lot of pictures that were not shown only to a few people but watching them now, it feels like searching for the old version of me. So, I can start with some pictures from a place that I really like it and I can say that represents or at least it was the freedom spot from Black sea.
A way of political protest is tossing your shoes over a power line. Vama Veche has its fighters. Also Cuba was there, represented by only a car (my mind is making a connection between these 2 photos)
Going further, I will lead you to an old and beautiful village from Transylvania called Rimetea. Here the Hungary culture is well represented by its people, houses and food (they know how to cook). Everything happened on an autumn Sunday.
Only 3 words I can say: my beloved Cluj