If freedom is short of weapons, we must compensate with willpower
The densely wooded forest appeared alive with shades of green and brown as the car bumped along the track. Having to drive around several obstacles along the way, the drive through the picturesque countryside, although scenic, took some time.
With the car windows open, they inhaled the fresh country air of the Black Forest.
“Apart from pine, it smelled just like our woods,” said Ryan pointing, “and look, they also have Oak and Elm trees just like ours.”
Although foliage had overgrown and branches of large trees formed a canopy above shading the area, enough light shone through to follow the track that had remained flattened from the machinery that rumbled through over sixty years earlier.
They drove through the shaded f
