Montbiel, very close to Klosters, as children we went down as a family to the torrent. I was quite frightened by this descent which was too steep for me. My brothers were building dams on the Landquart River. My aunt often suggested that we go mushroom-picking in the forest.
you go this way and I go the other, she said. then I moved forward step by step scanning the ground, I no longer saw my aunt and suddenly this mysterious nature invaded my soul and my whole being. I imagined that I was alone in the world and that this forest protected me. But another quest stopped my reverie: I saw a superb boletus there, on the right, at the bottom of this artwork.