Quantum Forest

• Late 80s, riding an old bus late at night feeling loved.
• Going in a bus full of forestry students on the road to Constitución. It is autumn, the Nothofagus forest is exploding with colour and the music is Mercado Testaccio.
• A few days before leaving Valdivia in 1996, riding my old bicycle and the seagulls are flying around me. Everything looks still for a few seconds and we are part of the same flock.
• Orlando comes running towards me for a hug, he can not stop and pushes me. Anybody would think that he has not seen me for weeks, but it has been only a few hours.
• Marcela, Orlando and I are working in the garden. We are weeding and cleaning and that is it: simple.

There is something therapeautical about working with plants in the garden. There is the sense of achievement that is absent when working with intangible problems: I can see a small plant at the end of a day’s work.