A few free hours sent me up into the woods for an afternoon walk, to spend time on what my friend Hecate would call my “landbase”. Although Christmas decorations are being put up all over the city, here the atmosphere is still autumn, as it should be.
There had been exceptionally strong Föhn winds very recently. There are intact trees strewn throughout the woods, as if some weather god was playing pick-up-sticks and had a tantrum.
The changing weather makes for an impressive sight, with sun burning in through the different layers of clouds. (Where I walked, however, it was still cloud-covered and dark.)
I took an unfamiliar path closer to the tram tracks — the orange signs confirmed my suspicion as to where I had come: this stone quarry was the site of military court martial executions by firing squad by the German Wehrmacht in Innsbruck, between 1938 and 1945. The signs are from a historian leading a memorial/research project at the university, urgently seeking out contact with anyone who may have witnesses events there, or perhaps even anyone who could tell what Grandfather said he saw there. Apparently it wasn’t the only firing-squad site in Innsbruck (g).
Unnerving, to know that one of your favorite pieces of land has a dark history. But it’s not the woods’ fault. On the contrary, nature does her best to heal the wound and cover the scar.