This is the friendly and inviting greeting on the signboards as you enter this simply magnificent region which believers would acknowledge to the grace of God and agnostics would see as nature’s way of expressing its creative abilities. A shrine, an immeasureable holder of thousands of treasures, represented by a mixture of realities ranging from an environment which is still intact, uncontaminated and wild to a work of art in a remote and recent past, which reveals history and makes it become part of a daily chronicle alive in the stones which today tell the tale of an era with neither time nor borders. And yet these works of nature are still objects which are hidden to the human eye. Mankind has been unable to discover them and they remain speechless and unheard. The thoughtless- ness of the people and the resulting damage is obvious. Walking along the completely natural paths cut out by weather and time, but certainly not as nature inteneded them to be, since what one can see is continually spoiled, it is clear that far too many forests have become places to deposit rubbish, refuse; it is evident in that very moment, when we notice that not only faith , but also art and tradition have disappeared for the sake of and due to unrestricted progress claiming rights which it does not have, in the name of no matter which civilisation.