ROMANIA 2000/2002

I took these pictures between 2000 and 2002.
At first it was just a trip to Romania. We wanted to have some relax and spend some time taking pictures.
We had a unique experience during our first visit. Romania is great and people are fantastic. We had been guests in a funeral, taken underground in a mine by romanian workers, slept in farmers house.
And we could enter in a house for abandoned children. That was something that changed ourselves and led to this set of photos.
Once back to Italy we joined the association “Bambini in Romania” (see http://www.bironlus.eu/) and in the following two years we spent summer vacation working as volounteers in two centres for abandoned children.
The photos have been used to raise money for the association: in 2002 they had been collected in a book curated by Denis Curti and published by Mazzotta Fotografia.
Stefano Bandini – Paolo Parenti
ROMANIA: IL PAESE, LA GENTE E TANTI BAMBINI COPII
IMAGES.

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Braila, Centre N.6 for abandoned children.

Braila, Centre N.6 for abandoned children.
Braila, Centre N.6 for abandoned children.

Campolung Muscel, Centre N.6 for abandoned children.
Campolung Muscel, Centre N.6 for abandoned children.

Braila, Centre N.6 for abandoned children.
Braila, Centre N.6 for abandoned children.

Campolung Muscel, Centre N.6 for abandoned children.
Campolung Muscel, Centre N.6 for abandoned children.

Blasova, summer camp.
Blasova, summer camp.

Blasova, summer camp.
Blasova, summer camp.

Blasova, summer camp.
Blasova, summer camp.

Blasova.
Blasova.

Baia Sprie, the mine. 500m underground.
Baia Sprie, the mine. 500m underground.

Novaci, the funeral.
Novaci, the funeral.

Focsani, the horse market.
Focsani, the horse market.

Blasova, summer camp.
Blasova, summer camp.

Braila, Centre N.6 for abandoned children.
Braila, Centre N.6 for abandoned children.

Braila, Centre N.6 for abandoned children.
Braila, Centre N.6 for abandoned children.

Braila, Centre N.6 for abandoned children.
Braila, Centre N.6 for abandoned children.

Braila, Centre N.6 for abandoned children.
Braila, Centre N.6 for abandoned children.

Braila, Centre N.6 for abandoned children.
Braila, Centre N.6 for abandoned children.

Maramures, Calinesti.
Maramures, Calinesti.

Maramures, Calinesti.
Maramures, Calinesti.

Ramnicu Vulcea.
Ramnicu Vulcea.

Ramnicu Vulcea, Centre N.2 for disabled children.
Ramnicu Vulcea, Centre N.2 for disabled children.

Ramnicu Vulcea, Centre N.2 for disabled children.
Ramnicu Vulcea, Centre N.2 for disabled children.

Ramnicu Vulcea, Centre N.2 for disabled children.
Ramnicu Vulcea, Centre N.2 for disabled children.

Braila, Centre N.6 for abandoned children.
Braila, Centre N.6 for abandoned children.

Braila, Centre N.6 for abandoned children.
Braila, Centre N.6 for abandoned children.

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