Ica, Oana and I went to Varatec every year since the ’70s. One month each year, the small monastery village became one of the few places were we would reunite with family and try to drag our friends every year. First Ica and the two of us, and now Noa is exploring the same forest, talking to the nuns and stay in the same place every year. In our walks I realized that I know the trees since they were very small. In that place used to be a raspberry clearing.