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The floors are covered in beige patterned carpet, the ceilings in panels embossed with stars and the walls in lilac paint. In front of the windows there are curtains bearing a floral motif. There’s a multi-coloured wall tapestry, a print of the Last Supper, a sofa with a striped throw covered in a stack of blue and yellow pillows and the wall storage unit has marbled front panels. In the middle of this barely 10sqm room stands the loom. Workshop would be the wrong term for this space where Sorin works. It is, rather, his world. At night he is on shift in the local soda factory, during the day he looks after his father, cooks and does the housekeeping. And in between he sits here alone on his grandmother's 100-year-old loom and weaves in the manner learned from his late mother. She didn't want to teach him this woman’s craft but he insisted and practiced in secret. Today Sorin is producing enchantingly beautiful, brightly-patterned textiles for Zestrea using the jacquard technique. How long does it take to make a piece we ask. He shrugs his shoulders, looks sheepish. Neighbours come to visit, the chickens have to be fed and on Sundays after church he isn’t supposed to work. He also hasn’t set any prices as the villagers don't buy anything anyway, at most a bedspread. When we leave, he stands at the courtyard gate for a long time and waves.
 

Text:  Jasmin Jouhar
Photo(s): Nafez Rerhuf