We stop as we are venturing to a school in a village made up of Roma and Romanians. Or as we were told people of the land (or peasants) and the people.
We stop because a man strolls out towards us. His face full of history.
The translator states he found this home 4 years ago and has lived here all this time.
He ends by stating "and he lives alone"
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