Log-book: 16th August

The great round of invitations. In pairs we set off in different directions. I go with Morten. We each have a handwritten note explaining who we are, what will happen when and where. We stop at a hay harvesting family, and stop and talk to everyone we meet. People engage us in conversation, not giving up just because neither of us speak Romanian.

Last inhabited house is Cornias in the upper village. She says something about Zeno, pointing further up, saying something about „vaches”. When there are seemingly no more houses, we pause for a while. The stony path continues upwards, but the trees hide its destination. Should we continue? We don’t count on meeting more people, but curiosity spurns us... I think we both realize a curiosity about the area that is still unsatisfied. Hallo! we are in Romania! We sometimes forget, living in a group, not often moving beyond the house and rehearsal spaces and a few familiar points. We continue upwards, soon short of breath.

And reach the lake. Not the one we had the bonfire but a greater lake in the middle of the pastures. Mining remnants in the far off, and a sandy hill in the middle of the forest, we are guessing this is the open cast mine which already exists. 5 haystacks on the steep, steep slope. Can they really cut the grass with a scythe at this angle?

For a long time we stand looking at the scenery. Zeno watching over the herd, a faint sound of his voice reaches us. The cows moving down the hill so slowly, eating meanwhile. We start the descent, full of energy. (Anna Laursen)