Still in the past

For five years I cycled twice a day through this forest, 6 days a week (except for holidays). It is between Jenins - where we used to live - and the station where I took the train to college (Gymnasium).

Initially I was a bit scared of these woods, particularly in winter, when its entrance - so dark - seemed to me like the mouth of a giant creature about to swallow me whole.

But very soon I started to love it and its constant quiet beauty. Once you are in, the world outside is muffled and unimportant. I looked forward to riding in its midst and now whenever I go home, I have to revisit it at least once.