Dlouhé Boroviny Forest

TOMÁŠ KUNC Gallery on dormitories I ride a bike, maybe a trolley. I follow the surroundings, which tell me the importance of the place. My stop is the railway houses, which smell nice of coffee. I sit for a while, I see a lot of people around me. There are not just a few color paths, maybe even greenery it can lead you through the forest, the herbs smell beautiful on the way and under the birches it closes. When it gets dark, then the bright trunks of the trees they line my way through the galleries home.