Project title
YAREBKOVITSA
TIME AND PLACE
2020-2020, Bulgaria
Discription
" October. Month, like month - year, like year... or rather 2020 year. For years I had heard stories about a village deep in the mountains called Yarebkovitsa. Story after story, rumor after rumor, I realized I had a root there. I decided to inquire further about this place. I found out that there are only two residents left in the village.. a mother and a son. Before long an idea came into my head to go and live with them for a few days. I went… these were the friendliest people I had met in the last 10 years. More than 30 years ago, grandmother Tsetsa decided to leave the noisy capital and go to live in the countryside with her husband. A village high in the mountains with no road, no electricity, no running water, but a village full of freedom. Not long after, they decide to take home Nikolai, their son, who had gone down the bad path of the big city. Several people have lived in this village for years. Every year, little by little, people start dying, until in 2020, only them remain... grandmother Tsetsa and her son Nikolay. Away from the modern world and electronic biases, sharing the same daily life for so many years, I couldn't believe that such real people still existed. A routine that is unchanged every day. They had several cows, several sheep, many cats and a dog. They made most of their food themselves. As soon as the night came, a memory also came... a memory of a friend Krasi.
Krasi was Grandma Tsetsa's other child who died at an early age. At only 16 years old, he died from falling off a motorcycle. Not much is said about it. The loneliness and pain of the distant loss felt ever so fresh. Time had stopped for me, but not for them. For them, the daily life that struck them was quite normal, although it was the same. I am glad to have met these people. They made me think about how much a person needs to be happy. Having everything we want in a day time, we are hardly as happy and alive as they are. "