Field, field... What can be simpler? As I kid, I remember, I was wandering around a forest foraging for slippery jacks. This forest is my favourite kind – nothing superfluous grows here. I return home, and there is a rowan tree growing by my granddad's house. I never understood this berry, I would always leave for Moscow before it was ripe. Years later, this tree still grows by my new home, but the forest... Imbues the blotter strip.