Traditionen im Harz - Hirschhornsuche 28. Teil

I was lucky. There, where the rubble of the once-forest freezes people's hearts with horror. There, where the birds sang and the crossbill found its food in the cones, I ventured into. There, where there's no net anymore and only your walking stick keeps you from falling. If you want to join me, you can safely follow along in this video. Enjoy!