Confronting the end of childhood as I know it, followed by the
beginning of my so-called “adulthood”, has been much easier with my
6-year-old cousin, Felix, around. He is growing up in a small village in
Romania, which many generations from my family have called home
throughout their lives. Felix is developing himself in a traditional spirit,
playing in the sand instead of using a tablet, being happy just by
swimming in a small supermarket pool, riding the bike and gazing at
the Milky Way, undisrupted by car lights and drunk lamps.
At 19-years-old I discovered that there is a way back from gradually
becoming an adult and losing our raw, unaltered spirit. Over the last
two years, I decided to join Felix in his games, where I would be the
photographer, the story-teller, and he would act like various characters
– a blonde little girl, an old man, a dog between dogs – free from any
kind of constraints.
I therefore entered a new world, recalling my own childhood in an
electronic-poor environment that offered me time to breathe and
search for my true identity. The courtyard and its surroundings are
now my playground again, the place where everything is possible once
the sun rises and swallows up the fear of growing old with its
nourishing light.
“And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the
heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.”
(Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince)