City of white stones. Back home, the city where I’m from, (Chisinau, Moldova) is called sometimes city of white stones (in folk culture, also mentioned in our national anthem) and even though it is unfortunately nothing like that, due to Stalinist architecture and poor economy of the country, it looks very very different to these pictures…this is a dedication to my country, to what it could be, to what it can achieve.
The bitter reality is, even if it somehow does achieve this level of architecture, we will be long gone to see these days. It doesn’t hurt to dream though, does it?
The bitter reality is, even if it somehow does achieve this level of architecture, we will be long gone to see these days. It doesn’t hurt to dream though, does it?
