EL CAMINO

Carracedo is the name of my grandfather's village, where my mother grew up until she was 5. It is the same village that they left to flee the Spanish dictatorship and move to France. No one has returned to this village in over half a century, yet it haunts me because it is a part of who I am. While most people take the Camino de Santiago when they come to Galicia, my pilgrimage will be Carracedo, a village located in the southeast of Galicia, isolated in the mountains at nearly 1000 meters altitude. Going to Carracedo is like an initiatory journey for me and the few days I will spend in the village will be overwhelming. It is on the square, facing the church that I will meet the last inhabitants of the village, the last to remember, the last to know things that I could not even imagine. People, whom I don't know but who know my story. I feel as if I'm going back in time, to where it stopped for my grandparents and my mother. This series is a manifesto in which each photo carries a piece of history and plunges us into the austerity and harshness of a bygone era, where time seems to have stopped. These photos are a work of memory, so we remember what remains of a family that left its past behind