Sálasul

The climb up to the chalet is a tough one. High up, between the woods and pasturelands, the seasons turn and nature has full reign. Yet, time seems to have stood still. The old lady, whose wrinkles recall the bark of an old tree, has lived there alone for over twenty-five years. She looks after the farm, draws her water from the well, tends to her animals, makes cheese and bread’ repeating the age-old gestures of her ancestors.