“I moved from Romania when I was five and I go back to visit my relatives in the summer. Now I only go back for two people, Buni and Timi. Buni, my grandmother, and Timi, my cousin the same age as me. They are both very important – yet only intermittently intense – parts of my life. And the stories I shared with them are the pillars of my childhood.
Every year I spend a few days at home trying to relive my childhood. I take the same pictures involuntarily every year and long for my own past. Maybe it’s because I don’t have any photos from that time in my life. When I was a child, when these places and people were my only reality, I had no way of knowing that in the future, this corner of my life would be mostly a memory.
This summer has been different from the ones I’ve had so far. Bunin is looking more and more like he’s getting older. And Timi is expecting a baby. The distance I felt before is getting bigger and bigger, and it’s harder and harder for me to relive the idyll I had as a child.”