The Mystery of The Blue Forest

I was a child of 14–15 years old when I was confronted with a situation that I did not explain to myself either then, with my child's mind, or later, as an adult, so strange and impenetrable was it.

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Everything happened on a gorgeous June day in 1975 when, by tradition and because it was the time of year for forested mushrooms, I set out by myself for the nearby Măriuţa Forest. There were enormous oak, elm, ash, and maple trees in the secular forest, but today, sadly, only a thicket has survived that has grown from th…