Our journey began from the pontian village of Yaghdan in Armenia, because that’s where Anna comes from and where she spent the first three years of her life. After the dissolution of the Soviet Union, her family, as thousand others, migrated to Greece.
The stories she heard from her family while growing up had created an image of a fantasy land in her mind. By going there, we wanted to capture through photography the landscape and its people, visit the remaining Greeks and grasp the concept of homeland and Romiosini, the “Greek Spirit”.
The landscape of north Armenia, where Greeks used to live, is barren and hazy. The soft light of mount Caucasus creates a feeling of deep serenity and calmness, without being overwhelming. The dry and bare mountaintops come one after another creating a unique plasticity, they are full of copper and that is why nothing grows on them. The villages are muddy, deserted and poor.
In the post-soviet times, life is extremely difficult for those people who are directly depended on their land and livestock to make a living. Outside of the houses, one can see piles of manure and sense the strong smell of mud and animal feces.