For years and years they grow, without paying any attention to us, in meadows, in forests, and by the side of rivers--all things one likes to think about.

They want to respect the forests, and want that their culture, their memories, be respected.

Some of my friends saw them in the forest, some saw them through the fire, I myself only felt them, but we all pretty much agreed on one thing, they were NOT friendly.

One third of this area is covered with forest.

However, this is a forest with a difference.