”It is a sin, my friend, that you remain the individual I and that you are unable to, in the magical metamorphosis of the journey, turn into the sea, sun, wine, wind... Try not to live the world in your own name, but to live yourself in the name of the world.” Have we sunk too deep and darkened too much to truly understand these hyperionic sentences of Bela Hamvas? Behind us is a spring that almost never came, before us a summer filled with shadows and threats. Are we still, despite everything, able to be light, bright and gentle to find joy in the cherries of our hometown, to bow before the miracle of life? What you see here is a road sign.