They say that when a life ends, all that remains are memories. I kept mine in photographs, so I would never forget the faces, the landscapes, the working days, and the festivities that filled this valley

But time and the dust of the years gradually stole those photos from me. Some remained hidden behind walls, others were lost among the orchards. Today, I want you to help me rebuild my album.

Cada vez que superes una prueba, encontrarás una de esas fotografías. En ellas está mi memoria, mi historia, y quizás… algo más.

Follow the path and discover what the past wants to tell you.