The thing about the fantastic and mythical world is that they are false, or not as real as, you know, the food. Or maybe not, seeing as one moment the food is there and then it disappears. Well not nearly as flawed as this imaginary. The legends and stories are living through times and times again – being reinvented and grown into something out of this world. Or, maybe right into this world, meaning that humans tend to imagine or believe into some kind of good or evil entities to, I don’t know, pepper up their lives?!
Bătrâna – the Old Woman – is a suitable name for the Province, with only about 100 living people at the last population survey; where the wild pig is a loyal neighbor and the wolf a constant enemy; where domestic animals are free and the people live behind walls and fences; where the possibility to buy something is a privilege, not a choice and to live up there, you have to be at peace with the nature.