Following a devotional path means passing several Stations of the Cross
I long had the impression that there was something peaceful about the park, but how and what?
Statues and an altar stand there day and night.
The altar is protected by a large niche. It was once used for Holy Mass. Faith once showed the event.
With my dogs, two barkers on leashes, this place partly occupies the walking route and like the old writer, I make a modest round every day.
The joy lies buried there, however, more than the living greenery can tell.
The desire to choose a tall tree overwhelms me. I want a relationship.
To touch for a moment, to say a word. as if it were a human being sharing my existence and asking for affection. I cannot resist.
Suddenly I discovered a swastika in the bark, almost invisible. it had been there for a long time.
It amazed me, in this place, why such a hateful thing had been conceived here.
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