All of us carry a baggage of memories, regrets, desires and wishes. With these entire luggages we climb a mountain; a mountain of faith that has been growing since the beginning of mankind. Its pinnacle reaches beyond the sky. We cannot see it. But we have grown up with the myth which is stronger than real, that there is a wishing tree which would listen to everyone. Does the tree have ears? We never knew. But we believe it has.
Through ages so much of luggage has been buried into the ear of that tree! We start slogging up in the mountain. All we want is someone who would listen to us, to whom we can tell all our secrets... A place where we can shed all our guilt, regrets, sins and the burden of memories. All we wish is to fly away...
