It seems the whole history of the Balkan is written on that walls. In the same time so beautiful, sad and scary. People are forgetting who they are and from where they came from. One day, we will be like this old lady - amazed and confused; why would someone photograph old people? They think that they are not interesting. They even feel invisible. They got used to young being interested only for themselves. We are missing respect. I wonder - would there be someone for us to hear our stories when we become gray.