Monument of Predil.

Log pog Mangrtom cemetery

Mountain fort at the lake Garda

Monument of Novavas

Asiago

Nagyvárad, Oradea

Pesach in Mea She'arim. This quarter is home to the most ultra orthodox of Jews, some so exteme in their views that thay do not recognise the modern State of Israel because it is not a theocracy. Here in a world unlike any other in Jerusalem, more reminiscent of the 19th century ghettos of Eastern Europe, a whole community lives, trying to avoid the march of time around them.

Mea She'arim Quarter is home to the ultra ortodox of Jews, some so extreme in their views thet they do not recognise the modern State of Israel because it is not a theocracy. Here in the world unlike any other in Jerusalem, more reminiscent of the 19th century ghettos of Eastern Europe, a whole community leves, trying to avoid the march of time around them.

Monostory of Sant Georg

Hebron

Mampsis (Mamshit)

Avdat

Gáza

Tel- Arad

Jordan river, Yardenit, Yarden

Banias

Golan

Hazor

Dan

Bauhaus in Budapest. Napraforgó street

Szalonna

Cserehát is a geographical landscape situated in the northeast part of Hungary, from Szikszó to the north, between the Bódva and Hernád rivers. The northern part of Cserhát is part of Slovakia. The mostly small villages’ area consisting of 116 settlements in which altogether approximately one hundred thousand inhabitants live. Cserehát is one of Hungary’s most underdeveloped area. Because of high unemployment, low education, bad traffic, the incomplete social net, the regional unsettledness development follows the deficiency of the cooperation and the development experiences; practically the full Cserehát population is underprivileged. After all Roma population is there in the worst situation.

Szendrő

Tornaszentjakab

An interconnecting road that starts from Komjáti (a settlement beside the motorway to Slovakia) takes us to Tornabarakony, via Tornaszentandrás. From other directions the village can be approached only by a longish walk of several kilometers. There is a road-sign indicating that we are driving on a Gothic road. At the end of the seven-kilometer long drive, leaving behind a forest, we arrive to a small village with an exceptional landscape. The road looks rather like a long umbilical cord at the end of which there is a quiet and peaceful out-of-the world place. There is no trace of any traffic, only a few elderly people look in our direction with no particular interest. They have got work to do: living their everyday lives, carrying out their work in a leisurely pace. And there is silence!

A landscape is winter beside a falconer.