Rereading the letters my grandma had sent me before her terminal cancer diagnosis reconfigured the landscape I escaped from as a teenager. The stillness of the fields, and small winding roads between them, had never been interesting to me. Neither were the traditions, rituals, habits and people. Until she died. This project is about the memory of her, my grandma, who lived 82 years in the same village, and our relationship. Memories fade quickly, and with every passing day, what is left of hers becomes more intertwined with childhood fantasies and rural stereotypes. The images balance between all of these. It is about the transgression of my own prejudices through re-valuating the connection between her and her environment, her friends and the laundry. Thus creating a shared utopia where she and I remain immortal.