Deeply in the forests of the Pfalz, far away from cities and villages, lies that cave.

This cave, protected by the mighty roots of an old oak tree seems to live there since hundreds of years. As a child I could not keep myself off the dark place. Again and again I observed the sand before the cave entrance.

Now and then I found traces: something seemed to be dragged out there. Sometimes I found a few fir cones, sometimes tiny traces I could read. I knew: in the depth of the hill, dwells a people . The "small people", as it was called by my grandfather.