They call him the wayfarer, he is not a resident like the others and his arrival in the woods is always preceded by an eagle flying over the valley. Its mantle has a particular color, only in light of the only one can perceive that it is not of black it is, but of a gradation of brown dyed like its name, with reflections that in the sun become almost golden. But it is not for this reason that you distinguish it, it is its physicality that makes the difference. Robust, well planted but still sunny. He is a reflective, certainly, even more silent than the others, but no less of a “character”. Bruno is not just a name, rather an adjective, a way of being, of contemplating, an element of thickness that must be known calmly and with curiosity.