Freewheeling

After my morning masala tea – a mixture of spices, tea leaves, full-fat cow’s milk and a very generous helping of sugar – I excused myself for a couple of hours to wander alone. To see and feel things differently, without distractions. At first, the road led past multistorey houses surrounded by cultivated fields, with lengths of rebar sticking out of their roofs like antennas or whiskers. This is deliberate – so the children can add another floor when they start families of their own, and to avoid paying taxes, since construction is officially still unfinished.

The road continued past ancient-looking, crumbling houses with beautifully carved, centuries-old wooden doors, past chickens roaming freely in the streets, and up to a Buddhist stupa on top of a hill – which we in Lithuania would certainly call a MOUNTAIN. Looking down, I saw a schoolyard where a child was playing with a tyre, rolling it along in front of them. Free, without a care – just as childhood should be.

I remembered my dad, who grew up in poverty, telling me that this had been one of his favourite games. It turns out Nepal is closer than it first appears.

This print is part of a limited edition. The size of the edition depends on the size of the print you choose. All prints are printed with a 5 cm white border for framing.

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