The village is peaceful. It’s like stepping into another world. A pleasant world.
If only this tree could speak. Often have I heard these words from people standing next to me in front of an old tree where branches and bark bear signs of age, wind and weather. And in a… Read More
People are passing by without paying any attention to the hawthorn grove in the forest at the gate of Taarbæk. I often wonder if they are aware of the story. Beneath the hawthorns is a mass grave. A… Read More