In the wilderness lies the preservation of the world.
Henry David Thoreau
Research and S’mores
I wake up to a sound that is strange in the Canadian rainforest. Tessa, one of our two guides here at the Burman River, plays on her bamboo flute. I meet the others and we sit at a silent spot at the banks of the river. I close my eyes, and lean back. After a while, an idea strikes me like lightening: there are thousands of different sounds, but only one single silence. After this realization, I eat breakfast.
I prepare the first measurements for our project – I stake out a plot of 25 by 25 meters on the opposite shore of the Burman River. It is hard work, because one has to walk through whatever is in one’s way. I fall down three times and think: I have to concentrate! The gigantic and powerful trees pull me into their spell. During our siesta-time I go swimming with the others. It is bitterly cold, but I let the water carry me with a smile on my face. I am so enjoying the feeling of freedom in the wilderness. Afterwards I join the others and we go to our prepared plot to measure the trees. Thekla asks: “Should we note that in English or in German?” Felix answers: “Just write the numbers in English!” And everyone laughs.
I sit at the campfire and listen to Dave’s (our second guide) s’mores lecture because he thinks that we have never heard of marshmallows, or even know what they are. We all grin at each other. When Sami, our photographer, has a marshmallow in his hand, he asks earnestly, “Can I eat that raw?” I fall asleep happy, and with a smile on my face.