I've been gone for more than 13 years, but every time I get back I
realized that a piece of me is still there, in northern Romania, and
it's going to be there as long as there are forests and rivers, and
people and traditions.
Fishing there is not about catching fish or
not, nor about the size of the fish. It's about breathing the air and
smelling the spruce trees, it's about detachment and solitude and it's
about respect for these little creatures that continue to survive
against all odds.This is my last trip, September 2018: