This are pics from my birth town, somewhere in the far west of Romania. The river is the heart of the city. No one really bothers with it, so nature sometimes claims its shores, in a truly romantic way… Okay, okay…

It’s more like a place for hobos to sleep and to take a shit. And you don’t go there unless you wanna get mugged. But I remember the hot summers of my childhood, when I watched all the happy children swing from the low dipping branches of the weeping willows. Yeah, watched, cause I couldn’t swim, and most of the time I was sick.




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