Today, when we can hardly tell the difference between the war photographs taken of people killed, exploded, beheaded or died in other horrible way in Iraq, Israel, Congo or elsewhere and the protocol photographs of politicians taken in Budapest, Washington, Madrid or Seoul, when we are not interested either in images or in texts, well, this is the right moment to return to pictures in which nothing is happening, there are only buildings, cities, mountains and people, who live in a milieu worthy of man and who do not even suspect what is going to happen to them in a week, in a month, in a year. The piano manufacturer in Arad, Jacques Faix, who is one of the most significant figures of non-professional – but not dilettante – photographers, presents something that could be the most important to our eyes and mind tired of horror ... He presents what we have lost led by political, ideological or other interest, in other words: where and how our fathers used to live in palmy days of peace.