Juana Trigo Torres

Three generations, the old way of life and its traces in the present. The memory, the reminiscence of a village in Extremadura. Of that Spain of years ago where my family had to migrate north, away from the land where they grew up, only to return later and observe.

While the vultures squabble over food, life carries on as usual for a small community in the Spanish mountains. The elderly teach the young to hunt. Those still too young, (im)patiently await their turn. A girl sets out with her donkey. A farewell and a new beginning.