My hiker friends promised to take me to see a new tomb at dawn. So, cheerful and curious, while the sun was still a long way from full sunrise, we set off on a dark road.

Sometimes I walked and sometimes I ran. The morning air was pleasant. I enjoyed this delightful atmosphere as much as I could until we reached a crossroads and climbed a hill afterwards. There was a dirt road winding around the hill smoothly until we arrived at a flat area, and in front of us was a small cemetery and a huge tree was surrounded by graves.

The cemetery was largely remote and abandoned, with a small building at the end, but no matter what I looked at, I did not see a tomb.

I asked a friend: I was expecting to see a tomb. For example, a building or a sacred place or something similar. I explained how back home tombs are such glamorous, ancient, and traditional buildings. Here I see only a shed and a tall tree with a small number of graves around it.

It was here that my friend described a corner of history to me: Look! In the not-so-distant past! In this land that has changed so much now, people looked at the trees with sacred eyes. And they used to think of big trees as a sign of the holiness and greatness of the universe.

They even used to bury their treasures under a big tree when traveling, so that when they returned, it would be easier for them to find their wealth, and since trips were dangerous back then if they did not return for any reason, this wealth and treasure would have remained under the tree for generations untouched.

For this reason, in the past, trees were the place of hidden treasures also.

As it's quite obvious, this magnificent tree is the sacred tomb. The sanctity of this earth stems from this proud and extraordinary one.