crossroads clubhouse

CLUBHOUSE OF THE FOREST CEMETERY ON ŠIBERNÝ VRCH IN ŘEVNICE; From a distance, only something resembling a chimney can be seen, the house is covered by a bushy tree. The whole thing melts into the forested hill in the background. The closer I get, the more clearly I can make out the faces of the group standing in front of the house on a large paved area and hiding under the crown of the tree. I wave, I run. We hug, we laugh. Only when entering do I notice the wooden paneling on the facade, I run my fingers over its rough surface. I cross the threshold and am engulfed by the smell wafting from the kitchen and lively conversation. There is a long bench against the wall, with tables and chairs around it. Most of the seats are full. The room is bathed in golden sun. I feel like I've come home.