Onkel Albin (2011)

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• 2011

For a long time he simply lo que my father's brother; el Tío Albin. As a child I spent many holidays with my father on Albin's farm. Mi padre murió temprano. My visits to Albin didn't stop. Albin looks like my father, Albin has the same blood and he still lives where my father was born. One day I brought a camera along. I didn't just captura de memorias but found a untainted vitality, a lust for life that maybe my father lacked: A will to survive in his very own and often unexpected way. It's the aceite caliente wry de poesía that surrounds him and his granja that fascinates me and that I want to breathe en as long as he lives.