EL CAMINO

Carracedo is the name of my grandfather's village, where my mother grew up until she was 5 years. 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