Inside a valley threaded beneath the jagged Carpathians, the old ways of Romania have endured-- largely ignored by the wider world, for in such modern times, who cares for superstition? The kind and the sharp, the mysterious and ominous, the prayers and whispers: all had their place in Bacas County. Here, the village of Harbaburesti is a jumble of the sacred and ordinary, those born under strange stars and touched by wolves. Here the villagers, farmers and hermits thanked the long harvest days and feared the nights of teeth.