it is intensely beautiful, to plant trees for every death there was on 11m.
192 cipruses and olive trees.
it's called el bosque de los ausentes.
my hands trembled. much more meaningful than a monument. less morbid than tombstones.
living, breathing, nurturing, growing, reproducing.
when i die, i also want an olive tree planted for me.
where is aznar, you ask (or may not ask)? in mexico. he wasn't invited to the requiem.