The muddy clods of earth, colder than ice, gurgle and boil underground; then, through numerous opened mouths, scattered all over the valley, they bubble upwards, bursting out either at a very low or … [Read more...] about At the Gates of Hell
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We Laugh at Death
We are Romanians. We laugh at Death. We have the guts to face the darkness with light in our hearts. We celebrate life. Up north, in a small village called Sapanta from the Maramuresh land, is … [Read more...] about We Laugh at Death
The Wooden Churches of Maramures
They call them “the sleeping beauties” or “the sleeping princesses.” I have no clue why or who started this metaphor, but if you look at them, you have to agree: they have a “je ne sais quoi”, a … [Read more...] about The Wooden Churches of Maramures