Since I arrived to New Zealand I have been observing the forests. Apparently they are calm and very old. Contrary to the European ones that I know so well, when I walk through them I do not get recognition; I do not feel the fairies touching my skin as I am used to. It is the first time that I am not welcome and this surprises me. I understand that they are older forests that are used to being alone. They do not have fairies; they have their own magic that I yet have to learn.
I decide to visit as many forests as I can so they get to know me better. I sit in an area surrounded by trees, I close my eyes and I let the flow come to me and teach me the unknown secrets of the land. Little by little start to get old images of healthy forests before humans arrived. I smell the wood and the old fragrance of forgotten ferns. I hear the foreign noises. I see the vivid colors that used to live in the land. I feel the sadness of the loss of the old trees, the tallest in the country, the fathers of the forest. At night, I dream with new tonalities of green that I have never seen before.
I am in the forest again, I need to know more. This time, I lie next to a little lake hidden in one the oldest bush of the country. Between the small wind waves, I hear a voice calling me. I open my eyes. A beautiful white flower that I have never seen before is in front of me. The essence of musk and honey surrounds me. The white flower has big red lips that open and close slowly while she talks in broken English. I want to make sure that I am awake, but I am afraid that if I move, the flower will stop talking and the moment will be gone. Use water wisely we need it, use water wisely we need it, repeats slowly, over and over again, louder and louder every time. My ears are about to burst with the flower’s anger. She stops. She disappears. I wake up from a strange dream that was a reality.
Once at home, I cannot stop thinking about my strange experience. I realize that we are really wasting the water, as well as committing massive destruction of the land. No wonder the forest is angry. One in my hostel, I read the eco¬friendly instructions for the first time: use shorter showers, we need the water. Do not complain about the rain, you are in the rain forest. Rain is a present. Everybody knows the problem but nobody gives a solution. Nobody wants to take action.
I go to the big cities, I sit in the busiest areas and the only thing I hear is cars. My body aches, I yearn for more forests. Suddenly the most unexpected happens. The city talks to me. I hear that they are forming an alliance with the forests. The battle will begin soon.