There is a hidden world out here, near the swamp, in the hills – there is water flowing everywhere, collecting in pools and mud, in small ponds and small streams in hidden valleys that are hard to find. It used to be that the people living here burned down bushes as soon as they became too thick, blocking the roads between houses and villages and between farms and fields. This is not done here anymore because it is forbidden. This used to be East Germany and before that it was part of another story with lots of violence and war. Some want that what was before to come back. I think the eyes in these trees do not want that, they would not like that at all. They want their own space, outside of it all, in peace, to be who they want to be.
