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The old Halmeag

I don't remember when I fell asleep. I only recall I was walking awake on that dusty road which was taking me to the unknown. Then the silhouette of the white church showed up and then the hillock nesting it, while the village was unfolding peacefully at its foot. And then I knew I was on my way. The sky was crystal clear, from the left the snow capped Fagaras range was smiling at me.

Was I on a path in Heaven ? For I felt that everything, the mountains, the village, the hillock and the church were melting with the sky into each other, as if someone was painting a fresco directly on the deep blue background. Spellbound, I was heading towards the hillock and then I felt suddenly that the time reversed its passage and each and every step pulled me back in time, until the key turned into the door and thus I found myself at once at the beginning of the 13th century, inside the very heart of the church. The chaplain who opened the door said that around the year 1200 the church was here. He heard that from his ancestors. Halmeag of then was mirrored by the blue sky and projected here, on earth, unchanged, just like then.


Halmeag church
Old Halmeag church
Halmeag church
Church interior
The character that holds the column
The character that holds the column
The church seen from the spire
The church seen from the spire
The spire and the tree
The spire and the tree


I saw the white spotless walls, modeled in clay, I saw the wooden benches, still unaltered by time, I saw the mysterious tunnel dug into the nave wall, about which the chaplain said it lead to some realms known only to the knights of yore. I saw the unsettling figure of the man holding a column on his shoulders, his disproportioned hand spread on the wall, with his eyes staring at the sky. I saw the spire separated from the church, where I climbed to see all from above.
I was flying.
And then I woke up and saw everything just like in my dream, down to the last detail. Face to face. My hectic century hasn't diminished the charm of the old Halmeag.




Sorin-Alexandru Cristescu, August 2008



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