It sounds like the call of the cuckoo, the rustling of the forest and the waterfalls.
It smells of fir trees, meadow flowers and mushrooms. It feels like a carpet of moss under your feet, like a pine cone in your hand and the satisfied tiredness after a hike. It tastes like a thousand specialties, like excellent wine
and a very special ham. The mountains appear before the inner eye, a Black Forest courtyard with the roof pulled down and a beautiful woman with a Bollenhut… – Are you already dreaming?
