Imagine when you’ll become an ancestor to the youth, and the kids will stare at you with eyes wide open, and blurt: « So you lived through 2020?! You saw the big shift in those years, you were there! » Yes, we were there. It was hell, we’ve let it happen, but then… Then we sabotaged the machine. We stopped believing in what the white fathers named progress and we looked for progress elsewhere. In the ecosystem around us. And in our own heart. And then kids, that’s when a forest of hearts rose.