Leaving everything was the last and painful choice of those who no longer had
sustenance or education for their children, nor anyone who blessed their fields with
their work... Yet in these abandoned villages you always have a glimpse of someone
working on the terraces or watching you from a window. Houses breathe, the cracks
whistle announcing an impending demolition, a gust of wind brings you someone’s
whispers. The houses are ‘time capsules’, containers of old furniture, clothes, tools
and family memories. It is hard to believe it, but there is not a soul left..., or is there?
Yes, there are some. In these abandoned villages there are presences trapped in
their homes, clinging to their roots and their land... And some have chosen to tell us
who they were in their day and why they remained anchored there.
Friday 25: Broadway cinemas, room 9, 4:30 p.m.