Klaus Krämer's tree is magical
There it is - my oak tree. It doesn't belong to me, but it draws me to it. It's like a giant from some forgotten time. A lonely sentinel in Bergisches Land, a hilly region in North Rhine-Westphalia. Some 200 years old, it surely has witnessed much in its lifetime: war and hardship, drought and golden harvests, flirting couples, children dancing around it, and birds that have made it their home.