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The following spring, the stumps of all thirteen apple trees sprouted, and by summer's waist, thirteen small, wispy canes were already pointing to the sky. To the sky, which has been watering the land of small Transylvania with a mixture of rain and sunshine for hundreds of years now. And since then, they have grown one or two aras every spring. (...) Those who live there in the midst of trouble and misery around the Kommando, small and large: they watch the growth of sprouted trees year by year with hope and wait with the ancient patience of the mountain peoples for spring, which will make them bloom for the first time, so that peace will finally be born among them and the fruit of love for all. And no matter what is happening around us, they know that this spring is already approaching. Because God, who can make a fruit tree grow again from a cut stump, will not let the nations who believe in him perish either.