I could not help of halting near this oak whelmed with slowly creeping flow of stones. At the first glance he reminded of Samson tearing down the temple with all its columns. But no! This is the struggle going on for many decades or even more than a century. At what depth below the stones are its roots? How much pressure does its mutilated trunk withstand? What is the life force helping it to give life to the leaves again and again? Hopeless struggle, but... the struggle.