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My name is László Balassa. I’m a Hungarian photographer who is actually living in Barcelona.


I believe that if we want to make the world a better place to live in we need to start making changes in ourselves and our close environment.
Just as the Himalaya is made up of tiny stones, a community is made up of pe… Read More
My name is László Balassa. I’m a Hungarian photographer who is actually living in Barcelona.


I believe that if we want to make the world a better place to live in we need to start making changes in ourselves and our close environment.
Just as the Himalaya is made up of tiny stones, a community is made up of people.
People who view the same world differently, who have different lives and destinies. There are those who are given certain things from birth, others have to go over and beyond to reach their goals.
I believe that everyone is equally important; if we take away a note from a symphony perhaps only those with perfect pitch would notice at first, but the more notes we take away the less enjoyable it becomes.
Years ago a greying old man found me. One look at his hands, and I knew that he had worked all his life. Under the armies of wrinkles he had an elusive smile on his face which made him instantly likable.
- Mr. Photographer, I would like to ask you to take two pictures of my grandson – he started his tale while rummaging around in his bag.
- I’d be happy to! – I replied and I meant it too because he reminded me of my own Grandfather who had left us long ago, his absence burning an empty hole in my soul.
- The truth is…- he continued, putting a paper parcel on my table -…we are not very rich, you see I’m a beekeeper, and people now days don’t buy homemade honey any more….I hope that my grandson will choose a better profession so he won’t be in this unpleasant position when he’s/she’s my age…long story short I thought I would bring you a couple of jars of my best honey and some royal jelly, you can use that for all kinds of things you know…I thought perhaps you might accept these from me in exchange for some beautiful pictures of my grandchild!
Hearing these words made my heart overfill with love and I opened the carefully wrapped box with shaking hands. Inside I found golden honey and a small jar of royal jelly.
I accepted the offer with one condition…
-Brother…if your grandson wants to be a beekeeper one day don’t discourage him…the world needs such ‘beekeepers’ more than you know it….even if the world has no idea.
This was the point where it became clear to me what I can do to change things.
I have no set prices.
Here you pay as much as the work is worth to you and as much as your circumstances allow. Let this initiative be a smile coming from me that you are welcome to respond to if you wish.
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