Summer Views of the Banat
|"Dude"; Flowers; Farm cart - photos by Ellie Perla|
Whichever the reason for my arousal, I am here to announce that I am once again determined to resume living above the steamy stupor of my tropical paradise (or postapocalyptic wasteland ... tomaito tomahto) and return to what I love more than anything...the sound of my own internal voice...That said, I debated which subject I might want to use to celebrate the end of my hiatus. I suppose nothing could serve as a better antidote to my beachy mindset than the very serious topic of Vienna's Postwar Displaced Persons Camps, to which I refer in Part II of GIBBIN HOUSE: Traveling Without Moving. But I think I will save this for my next entry, when I have sobered up enough to do the history justice.
|Country Woods - photo by Ellie Perla|
Instead, let me share a little of what inspired this book in the very, very beginning - the images that floated in my mind back when I was sitting with my mother in a coffeeshop in late 2001, just like Anka and her mother in the first scene: I had finished Grad School some months earlier and broken off a five year relationship, I had no income, few friends, and not the slightest clue what to do with my life. All I had were buried away hopes and girlhood memories.
|Banat Farmers - photo by Ellie Perla|
|Summer Wheat Fields - photo by Ellie Perla|
|Banat Country Scene - photo by Ellie Perla|
|Harvest Girls - Courtesy of Andershausen Banat|
|Country Home - photo by Ellie Perla|