It was raining when we arrived to what was once my great grandmother’s house. Back then, it was a working farm but now it has become a family cottage that sits high up in the hills of a part of the Czech Republic known as Zlínský kraj. Looking at it now, I think of how hard my grandmother’s life must of been. Walking to school each day would have taken at least an hour through the fields and forest and then there were the chores to do, all by hand. I remember coming here as a child and tasting fresh milk and eggs for the first time. We got water from the well and the vegetables in the garden. In one of the sheds, she used to distill a type of moonshine from damson plums and on a clear night every inch of the sky was covered in stars. Having lived in a city all my life, this place has always held a type of magic over me and it was nice to return to it.
Art work by Juliana Jirousová