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160 pages, Paperback
First published December 15, 2005
The leafy tree protected us from the sun and at the same time from unwanted eyes during our games [...] That tree no longer stands there. When I visited my hometown a short while ago in order to see the sites of my childhood once again, I searched for the elder tree. But it had been chopped down when its dead branches no longer provided any shade [...]
This seemed to be an allegory about life: one goes forth to search for the blooming bushes of childhood and finds autumnal creeper growing rampant where one left behind blooming roses. Fortunate is he who is able to take delight in the blaze of color of the leaves when he has overcome his disappointment. However, many set forth in search of roses and forget that winter has set in. It is those people whose souls bleed when they search for their childhood. The wind has caused the rose to shed its petals, and those people grasp at thorns. (16,17)