The elders from the villages are waiting. They are used to waiting for their children on the porch, looking in the distance at cars rushing through the road. They are patient. I don't know otherwise. Ever since you left their houses, they have patience to give them a call, send them a postcard, step on their doorstep...For them, this isolation is nothing new. They heard and lived it all. Famine, poverty, loneliness...
March 20th, 2020 Tulcea