Quiet

As the quiet was standing at my tired feet and waiting for me to become part of the game, walking friendly faces made their way through the dust to show me the way to the heart of Bihor Mountains. From hill to hill up on Aries River, some cabins marked the titled green land with life backdrops and traditions. Time has stopped there. The Apuseni world as i was reading in school books was revealed in front of my eyes. My mind had an visual-art-shock, my thoughts and photographic plans were hard to concentrate and materialize down the camera releaser because my journey to Casa de Piatra thorp began from Bucharest at 5 AM and ended at 6 PM and my lassitude was telling her words about my visual senses.

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