Waiting/Absence

room and sound

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 become 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 walk 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 elderly man's memories and his sadness here and there, love, happiness and peace.