Kistarcsai Fenyves Kiserdő - Kistarcsa

The lovely moments of my childhood bind me here. Since then, my favorites have been forest pines. My grandfather brought them from Budapest every weekend and we always went for a walk in the small forest, he was close to us. I couldn't wait to go. At the time, it was only the housing estate next to it, a man walking into the trees and surrounded by silence and the chirping of birds. The noise of the city could not be heard. Today, unfortunately, everything is built around it, so it lost a bit of its former natural atmosphere. The trees are beautiful in it, I can always smell them, in the past I could smell the resin even more intensely. Here I learned from Papa what an owl spit is. At that time, many children also played among the trees, and teens also had their own "place" there, generations growing up "between them." Unfortunately, part of the forest was set on fire twice, but it did not cause much damage. Wherever I look, the past comes to life everywhere. The treasure of Kistarcsa. I’ve been to a lot of pine forests before, but I didn’t feel what I had here in any of them. I hope they remain untouched and do not build a residential park in its place.