With this 83 years old lady, I spent one of the most beautiful afternoons. I saw her in the street, in the old part of the village, asked her if I could take a picture of her, and she asked me to come to her place. At first her dogs were barking at me all the time; they were looking at me with mistrust. I think you can see that in this picture. We spoke about old times, ate fresh vegetables from her garden, sung old songs from Macedonia...