"It is May, the cherry trees are in blossom but it is cold in the orchard; there is a morning frost. The windows are shut."
Anton P. Chekhov, The Cherry Orchard
I slowly grew accustomed to it as I grew up in this landscape, explored it and got to know it's meaning first and in time stepped away. As I did so the familiar views got more unfamiliar and remote, somehow decanting in a corner of my memory which is still much alive.
And observing it years later I knew the meaning is still there but the passing of time render it somehow unrecognizable. So I realised that now the whole of it made sense only in my mind and in the mind of those that, like myself, have witnessed its vitality and slow decay. This hybrid landscape stands here as a witness of Romania's 26 years of continuous socio-politic and economic changes.
Since the events during the winter of 1989 the only constant in the city of Fetesti, an important railway knot between Bucharest and Constanta, remain yet the trains which never stopped to connect the rest of Romania with its biggest port at the Black Sea, carrying back and forth either commuters, goods and in the last two decades millions of tons of scrap metal left behind from the countless, now derelict structures of the so called Golden Age nowadays shipped towards destinations like China, all under a misty cloud that is still called transition economy. And while being at this crossroad the issue of identity silently gained weight as for more than 50 years people refused to consider themselves communists as much as they cannot consider themselves fully Europeans now.
When I started the series I was definitely not inclined to look for answers but merely to observe and point out the present as I was convinced I knew what I was looking at... However, by the end of my exploration I was left with more answers than I would have expected and clearly realized how big of a challenge this shifting period can raise.