There is the Old House. That’s its name. The Old House is in the lower part of the yard. The yard spreads on a slope from its top to its bottom where there is a very small river. The new house was built at the upper part of the slope sometime in the late 70’s. Since then everything was happening only there. It was the end of the Old House. It was abandoned and became a storage and home of the chicken and sheep. I do not know how nobody cared for it to become that. It is a beautiful and strong building. I blame all of them. The Old House is a ruin now full of hay and random objects, goats live on the 1^st floor. Although the roof is still on and the traditional wooden balcony is still part of the façade it’s a sad place. A monument of abandoned history and a ghost of a time I do not remember and could not remember as it was not my time. I believe I witnessed only a year or two of the house’s active existence. Afterwards, as a ghost it had always been interesting. But always stuffed with hey and smelling like animal poop. I never noticed it for what it really is and what it must have been many decades ago. I was too young anyway. Some things are impossible to notice before you grow to deserve that. The eyes may see something but the brain does not carry it much further than the object and its casual physicality.

 Just a few years ago I started noticing. I started thinking and wondering. Constructing a story of my own. As nobody could tell me a complete and undisturbed one I began enjoying that. It relates to the present time, the random objects and all the hay. There is so much in between that is left to wonder. Or left to disappear if nobody wonders.

But one should wonder carefully and gently. Play with the hidden spirit with care and respect. Come and leave almost unnoticed since one never truly participated. Or so I feel.

Time never stops for the Old House. It embodies time but it disowned time at some moment. It did not matter anymore. Its body and soul stay timeless.

To interfere is difficult and maybe not appropriate. But one should dare and look for oneself in such difficulty. It will take many tires.