The past is covered in snow, time is suspended, history is frozen, our ancestors breathe in fresh air, and every detail whispers secrets of the Dacians - a visual story narrated by Sura Dacilor, in Poiana Brasov (Romania).
Life can't be all that bad,' I'd think from time to time. 'Whatever happens, I can always take a long walk along the Bosphorus. (Orhan Pamuk - Istanbul: Memories and the City)
“When you love a city and have explored it frequently on foot, your body, not to mention your soul, gets to know the streets so well after a number of years that in a fit of melancholy, perhaps stirred by a light snow falling ever so sorrowfully, you'll discover your legs carrying you of their… Continue reading Brașov