But there is one event that is stronger than all the others because it later influenced the formation of my relationship with nature. I went to pee in the Tisa. When grandpa saw it, he said: “How can you do that? One must not do that in the river. We drink that water.” And we really drank it; water was drunk from the Tisa. With a small barrel, called a ‘lajtar’, probably a Germanism, you’d go a little further into the water, fill it, and drink it. And now imagine, I went to pee in the river. That remained the foundation from which my relationship with ecology, with the environment, branched out, even to this day. Perhaps one branch from there leads to a love for flowers; I can’t understand how someone could trample them.