Through the cellar door

17/11/2019

Full article about this wonderful woman here: https://kristinajacot.wixsite.com/throughthecellardoor/post/dance-of-a-fairy

02/11/2019

02/10/2019

Full article here: https://kristinajacot.wixsite.com/throughthecellardoor/post/day-of-music

02/10/2019

https://kristinajacot.wixsite.com/throughthecellardoor/post/day-of-music

“My heart, which is so full to overflowing, has often been solaced and refreshed by music when sick and weary.” ― Martin Luther

..as the conductor lifts his arm and, with this subtle movement releases the melody in hundreds of sounds, tones and emotions..

02/09/2019

https://kristinajacot.wixsite.com/throughthecellardoor/post/90-waves

Not summer anymore, not autumn yet.
Saying goodbye to the summer under the stars, by a campfire.

Not summer anymore, not autumn yet. Somewhere on a hill, in the lights of the distant city, the stars and a campfire, people gather to say goodbye to the season

02/09/2019

Full article here:https://kristinajacot.wixsite.com/throughthecellardoor/post/90-waves

Somewhere on a hill, in the lights of the distant city, the stars and a campfire, people gather to say goodbye to the season.
A pensive melody combines with the quiet murmur of voices. Sparks shatter in the air as someone adds wood to the fire. Someone is talking, someone is laughing, someone is meditating, but it seems that everyone is present in the moment. It feels like all the thoughts and memories from this summer are floating in the air, ready to leave and make space for new thoughts, memories, and inspirations that the autumn will bring.

02/09/2019

View our first published article in "Travel" section. It is a tour through undiscovered paths of Transnistria.

Somewhere between the Dniester and the border of Ukraine, hides a rarefied terrain, called Transnistria, better known as the Pridnestrovian Moldavian Republic.

02/09/2019

Full article: https://kristinajacot.wixsite.com/throughthecellardoor/post/the-country-of-august-transnistria;

Somewhere between the Dniester and the border of Ukraine, hides a rarefied terrain, called Transnistria, better known as the Pridnestrovian Moldavian Republic. Here the sun rises daily above the same old buildings, monuments and alleys built decades ago. Even though the country could be compared to an open-air museum that conserved all the beauty, it struggles of the Soviet era at the same time. Now it is constantly improving and slowly opening its doors for people from all over the world.

Although I have been in Transnistria several times, I never got to discover it. Perhaps the stereotypes and hearsays left me somehow constrained, but curious too. So I took my camera and went on a trip around Transistria, together with my friend who was born and currently lives there, in order to ascertain the reality of this mysterious land.