“It’s a prosperous area,” Hans thought. Still, they were less affected. The forest on the mountain slope did not seem sick at all: “plane trees” alternate with “fir trees”, there are few bushes, but this is understandable - it is dark under the crowns. The sharp stems of grass are already lifting up the brown leaves, the primroses are showing blue and white beads, and there is a completely earthly smell of heaven. No iron, no radiation..."