One event from childhood strongly influenced the formation of my relationship with nature. Once I went to pee in the Tisa. When grandfather saw that, he strictly told me that it must not be done because we drink that water. And we really drank it. With a small barrel, which was called lajtar, one would go a little further into the water, fill it, and that was drunk. Imagine my shame that I went to pee in the river. That lesson remained as a base from which my relationship towards ecology and the environment later branched out. Perhaps that is where my great love for flowers and lack of understanding for those who can trample them comes from.