View from the stone bridge
We are wandering with black plastic bags on our backs, slowly filling them with rubbish. Meanwhile, I am listening to the ten-year-old girl with overflowing joy, while she’s rephrasing some environmental advice brought from home in her own language. It is an improved “what not to do and why” argumentation system, which is becoming more streamlined, and accessible, just like in fairytales, where the good and the bad, the pretty and the ugly are clearly separated without smearing.
The recently renovated stone bridge appears after the curve. It was built in the late 1800s by the community of Sâncrai so that they could more easily access the land known today also as Benedek field with their animals and carts. It glows white, and its ten-metre height provides some kind of view. Not too distant, but we give an extra perspective to what we don’t see through imagination and memories.
We can see the entire Covasna County and Szeklerland from there. What we don't know, we no longer see, what has sunk into the mists of time we bring back through reading and asking. Because we have to tell about it, clearly, understandably, colouring it with our own experiences. Because these are worth standing with and for on the stone bridge.