When life is never easy, you find different ways to cope up with it. There is a deep connection with the earth in this area, so organic that sometimes people mistake their own lives with the ones of the earth. Had it been drought lately, you would see people thirsty for life, when all is fertile and goes well, humans also thrive and bloom.
They live through the experiences of the earth they work and their faith keeps them protected. And when Sun forgets to visit this place and they fall in darkness, they survive with a morbid humor that keeps them floating.
People let their faith lead them for the next step and have an instinctual approach to life that comes from their deep connection with the cycles of nature or maybe from a renunciation that keeps them disconnected from themselves.
It’s all black and white, sadness and laughter, faith and doubt, joy and apathy, all coming together and forming some sort of grey that paints their simple life deep under their skin so they forget colors exist in this world.
They painted their houses grey, their hearts, their parents and their children, their hair is also grey. Only old churches keep colors on their walls, because they still know, though no one remembers what.
text: Simina Cernat