FIREWATER

So here I lie in my bed in the Carpathian Mountain range, trying to forget the firewater from the night before.

On the television people honour tradition with korg synthesizers - folklore meets technology.

Things are quiet now the rainstorm is over - when the road became a river and the forests sighed. 

Every so often I hear the forlorn howl of a dog...or maybe a wolf?

Florin my friend says that when they get ravenous, sometimes they come close to the town. 

Now I must sleep. 

-Borsec, Eastern Transylvania, May 2012.