The following pictures were taken during the 22th of October, 2017. I arrived the day before to Jaungulbene, a village that slowly loses it's residents. In the morning we discovered that during the night the outside has frozen. going out what strike me most was the lack of footprints, the lack of humans. As if time got still and we both just walk through still image of the village memories. All got fixated in time; through the trail of trees, standing upon the entrance of the village, to the rail wails that holds the notorious slow trains, along the frozen lake, next to the abandon pool, which the side stone walls threatening to fall, but kids still use it. Slowly, fallen leaves started to pile upon the thin ice surface and our footsteps became visible; as a narrative of memory, as the moment its self can a already be nostalgia.