EL CAMINO

Carracedo is the name of my grandfather’s village, where my mother lived until she was five. It is the village they left when fleeing the Spanish dictatorship to settle in France. No one in my family has returned there for more than fifty years, yet this place continues to inhabit me. Unlike most who come to Galicia to walk the Camino de Santiago, my journey leads to Carracedo — a remote village in the Galician mountains, nearly a thousand meters above sea level. There, I feel as though I am moving backward through time, to the point where it once stopped for my grandparents and my mother. This series is a manifesto of remembrance: each photograph holds a fragment of history, evoking the austerity and resilience of a vanished world where time seems suspended. Through these images, I seek to preserve what remains — the silent traces of a family that left, and the enduring presence of a place that still remembers them.