Back In Time

Time travel, and here I mean travel in the past, can be more accurate than time travel in the future. If the travel to the past is based on events and places where we have been and is only an appeal to memories and nostalgia, the travel to the future is only based on premonitions and wishes or hopes, never verified.

I made a voyage of almost 500 km to get closer to a more accurate journey in time, a journey into the past. More than that, it is a travel born out of childhood nostalgia.

Fortunately, I have a brother, much younger than me, who lives in the small, unnamed town where my grandparents lived and where I spent the first part of my childhood.

The town is called Falticeni, it is a strange town, perceived as strange in my country Romania. That is to say, it is considered a kind of provincialism and a place where nothing has ever happened, even though it is a place where an impressive number of personalities of art, culture, and science were born, lived, or were in transit for a longer or shorter time.

There is even a famous saying of a Roman philosopher, Petre Tutea, namely: "Jesus was not born in Falticeni", meaning that no matter how many personalities are connected with this town, it remains insignificant.

Two elements that are common to all villages, and here I refer to the smaller ones, are the church (churches) and the statues of various personalities who had some connection with that place.

A cemetery for heroes may also appear. Here, somewhere to the right, is the cemetery of Russian soldiers who died in the Second World War. I will write about these places in a separate post, for now, I want to go to my brother's house, my grandparents' renovated house where I spent a wonderful childhood...

Childhood was so beautiful not because of this town, where we came quite rarely. Childhood was beautiful because my grandparents' house was in a margin, it was actually a small village, with a few houses among the hills, from where we could reach very quickly the field, the hill, the river or the forest.

Childhood was beautiful because I had the freedom to spend all my time in nature and because I had many friends of a similar age to play with and discover the surroundings!

In fact, my nostalgia was born from this, from the desire to revisit the forest near the house. A young forest, which has remained young even though more than 60 years have passed since my childhood.

My walk was through the woods, a more difficult walk both because of the trees and the tears caused by the memories. For #WednesdayWalk and inspired by the example of @tattoodjay who delights us with his photos of his favorite places, I will try to propose a series of photos of the young forest at the exit of winter, when green still does not cover everything.

When you're a child, everything around you has another dimension. Much bigger. Now, in my old age, I understand that. The forest next to the house, where I was afraid to go at night and afraid to walk alone, afraid to get lost, is actually a very small forest.

A few hills where nature has not been touched by man's hand and the axe, and trees have grown freely but from where you can see the surroundings, no danger of getting lost...

On this walk through the woods I had a specific goal, namely to find the flower that for me meant spring. It's the flower I'm looking for in the young forest, still asleep...

The flower that rises its blue beauty among the dry leaves that cover the ground.

And because there always has to be a flower, #alwaysaflower, as I learned from @dswigle, this is the flower!

I arrived in the forest at the best time. In a week's time I don't think I'd find another flower.

There's another saying... "Don't see the forest because of the trees"! I wonder if the reciprocal can be true, i.e. "don't see the trees because of the forest". So I'm focusing a little on the trees...

These trees that seem to resist our walk, I think they mainly want to protect the beautiful flowers, the true harbingers of spring.

After all, this forest was also a stage in my journey through childhood memories, memories of places where I used to spend all summer long.

A windswept plateau that leaves an incredible perspective, a wide space full of beauty that will become the subject of a new post soon.

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