Ukraine. Benkivtsi. 2014.
Benkivtsi Village, Western Ukraine – it is a piece of my grandmother’s homeland. Eighty one year of her life passed here. Here she was born, went to school, married, raised two daughters, played with her grandchildren, worked all her life in the fields, gained wisdom, became old, buried her husband 15 years ago. and lives alone now. This all leads to reflections of the values, that we bring into our lives when we are young and values, to which we remain when life is coming to the end. Every visit to my grandmother always get the impression that life has stopped many years ago.