Bucovina. Like never before. Perhaps because we have never before walked its least beaten paths that lead to almost forgotten hamlets. Or perhaps we haven’t yet deserved that it opens up to us so splendidly… And shows us wonderful people, genuine living treasures, that sing us songs crafted right there, tell us stories about its wild animals, about storms that speak to them, about curses uttered upon houses and orchards bound to guard them. We know now that, back in the very old times, when people built their homes in those faraway places, before they even built their churches, they used to pray in the shades of tall fir trees. Trees offered them shelter, houses, heat and so much more. When a huge fir tree was taken from a forest there as fare after the war, people shed tears as the truck drove by their homes carrying away the brave fir tree. Hearing these, it was for the first time ever when our saying “Woods are our brothers” made sense to me. We will definitely go back there for more soul-touching stories…
