My village is in the region of Trás-os-montes in Portugal. In English it means between mountains. It is a fascinating region, very archaic, full of personality.
Modest houses, rustic, unheated, in a region where the cold is felt, apparently poor people who lived mostly from agriculture and livestock but who were happy. It was a region full of personality, some villages are still untouched by technology and progress.
There is portrayed a people without masks, far from the materialism of today, with their hands marked by the work, but joyful, to overflow with the most infinite humility.
Today Trás-os-Montes has almost all schools closed, ghost villages, abandoned fields and an aging population. Never before now have the marks of human desertification been so clear in Trás-os-Montes. The region continues to lose people at a rampant pace.
The winter bonfire
Sezerindo
Faith
Mountain Rose
Multifunction
Friends
The shepherdess
Windows
The cat listen
Missing
Summer
Portrait
Work friend
Kitchen
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