This is a photo story about Tamara, an old village woman. Her children have left long ago to work in the city, leaving their mother alone in the village. They do not call; they only occasionally visit.
Tamara’s house is as old as she is. It is a small wooden house with a crooked roof and a chained dog - this is her whole life. During the day, she flips through the pages of her albums with black and white photographs of her youth, thinking of how her children grew up.
At night, when the grandmother closes her eyes, she often dreams of the smell of freshly baked bread she used to bake for her family on Sundays or the sounds of children's voices filled with joy and laughter.
The old woman tries to leave her tiny home every day to keep moving. She attends church regularly, which is the only reason she wants to leave the house. Life is moving on. How much longer will her desire to live last?
This is a photo story about Tamara, an old village woman. Her children have left long ago to work in the city, leaving their mother alone in the village. They do not call; they only occasionally visit.
Tamara’s house is as old as she is. It is a small wooden house with a crooked roof and a chained dog - this is her whole life. During the day, she flips through the pages of her albums with black and white photographs of her youth, thinking of how her children grew up.
At night, when the grandmother closes her eyes, she often dreams of the smell of freshly baked bread she used to bake for her family on Sundays or the sounds of children's voices filled with joy and laughter.
The old woman tries to leave her tiny home every day to keep moving. She attends church regularly, which is the only reason she wants to leave the house. Life is moving on. How much longer will her desire to live last?
This is a photo story about Tamara, an old village woman. Her children have left long ago to work in the city, leaving their mother alone in the village. They do not call; they only occasionally visit.
Tamara’s house is as old as she is. It is a small wooden house with a crooked roof and a chained dog - this is her whole life. During the day, she flips through the pages of her albums with black and white photographs of her youth, thinking of how her children grew up.
At night, when the grandmother closes her eyes, she often dreams of the smell of freshly baked bread she used to bake for her family on Sundays or the sounds of children's voices filled with joy and laughter.
The old woman tries to leave her tiny home every day to keep moving. She attends church regularly, which is the only reason she wants to leave the house. Life is moving on. How much longer will her desire to live last?