«From my village I see how much of the earth can be seen on the Universe… So my village is as great as any other land.»
[translated from:] Alberto Caeiro, in “O Guardador de Rebanhos - Poema VII” Heteronym of Fernando Pessoa
Europe is made of capitals and cities, but also of fields, villages, and farms. Europeans are young people, but they’re also the old people who never left their continent, country, and village. They are the small houses and their vegetable gardens. The dirt tracks. The café, the tavern, the bakery, the church. They are the ladies dressed in black with a scarf on their heads, and the gentlemen wearing their berets and waistcoats who wake up in the early morning.