"To drink the silence, to be wrapped in grass.
I am walking along Tenno, hugging every stone, every berry with my hands, my eyes, and my whole being. The ground is springy under my feet. The road leads to the lake, then to the stone steps, then into the forest, closing over my head. And almost no one is around. The pulse of life and silence. Sometimes something clicks in the bushes, and the brook whispers me its tales.
This is the sylvan ancient happiness.
Nowhere, in no city of the world, it whirls me as it does in the mountains, in the forests, by the lakes."