I wanted to visit my mother's grave, the usual rows of trees went along, looking for a few bends held: Something was wrong; So all over again. Again I stopped irritated, let the eyes wander back and forth. After a few futile pendulum movements I was overcome by the realization:
The middle-aged beautiful linden tree in front of the grave site was missing. On the ground, only a stump, I saw the clean interface, no brown spots, rot, cavitations. (more ...)
