JJ Zapomník pod Hostýnem.

The men put down their chainsaws and sat down to a snack. I headed towards them. They watched curiously as I laboriously made my way through the spruce forest. Here I sensed a chance. After all, who will know the surrounding forests better than loggers?
A moment ago I was sitting on a stone by the Císařská cesta, leading up the side of the Hostýnské hill. True, it's morning, a weekday, no large crowds flow here. But still, I am a few cottagers, mushroom pickers and…