House of Balcanic culture

Once upon a time, over the Buda hills, in a small town, in a winding street, stood an old, bumpy wall. On the wall birds flew, flew, flew, but never moved. When I thought about the Balkan house, I always wondered about the relationship between tradition and time. The time that leaves its mark on every landscape, object and creature. It leaves traces of stories and imbues them with the magic of nostalgia. And about tradition, which creates a sense of belonging through stories, but which is actually the community of each one, who write a new chapter to the tale. Change and renewal are therefore an elementary part of tradition.