The botanical garden in St. Petersburg was closed for six months for quarantine, and I walked along the fence every day. The route lasted half an hour, and I walked 2.3 km, admiring the greenery inside the garden from the side of the road. Lindens grew both in the garden and along the streets outside, where I picked up a fallen branch under a dead tree. I knew that in the fall all the garbage and leaves would be scooped up and taken to the trash can, and I felt sorry to leave it. I brought a branch home and put it on the balcony. I named it Bob, and Bob became my friend, the Yggdrasil of my speculative worlds, and the shamanic staff for travel.
*Linden Bob - made of linden, in Russian also not real, fake.