After thirty years, I return to the village where my grandmother was born. Emotions are pouring in, I feel like I've always lived here. In an abandoned village I found four old women, the only inhabitants. The houses were dilapidated and demolished. And they were all built of earthen bricks
I couldn't get to my grandmother's house, they say it has grown into a bush and it can't be reached.
I walked through the village and remembered my childhood, when I came to my grandmother on vacation.
I found an orchard where we played as a kid, someone mowed it at least I was happy about it.
I met an old woman who told me that my grandmother often sat in a bench waiting for us to come.
I was saddened by her story and I went home with sadness in my heart. I went to take a picture of my grandmother's bench
I leave the village with a set in my soul and remorse for not coming earlier and warming the old woman's heart
Today's children don't even know about the village, they spend their free time playing video games
It is a beautiful village. Memories are always there in our hearts.