I belong to that place. I belong to those trees, to those stones, to that silence.
This is the forest which is close to my parent's house, where I grew up. That's my secret garden, a well hidden place that I don't share, selfishly... I was running there when I was a kid. I was telling secrets to those trees when I was a kid. I was picking up cherries, climbing on the trees, jumping from those stones when I was a kid. Coming back home with blood on my knees also... When I go down to the South, the first thing I do when I arrive is to drop my bag and go there, to enjoy the silence. It's like meeting with an old friend, a true friend who knows me well.