She is Ioana and you may remember her from some of my previous posts. This year she turnes 100 years old. I’ve only known her for two years and I didn’t manage to see her as often as I wanted… But every time we’ve met in her little house, she told me a lot of stories  about war and famine, about tradition and love,  histories of strong people and survivors. Stories that are part of her life. Ioana enjoys every day that God gave her. She cooks, takes care of her beautiful garden, keeps her house clean and prays. For her and for all of us.