At the start, there is chaos. The horizon cuts off at a distance of 20 to 30 metres. Your vision wallows in a wall of twigs, leaves, trunks, bushes, broken branches and fallen trees. Hundreds of mosquitoes and botflies swarm about.

There’s nothing to fix your gaze on; you need but a moment to lose your direction. In spite of the sunny day, twilight is king in the Primaeval Forest, as the leaves of the trees block the light. No, not trees, rather giants, soaring oaks the trunks of which even three people wouldn’t be able to embrace. It isn’t until a few minutes pass that the solemn gravity of this place hits your consciousness.

The Białowieża Primaeval Forest requires something more than just reason and flawed human logic. You need to make a substantial effort to fully understand it. Otherwise, all you’ll see is a tangle of trunks and branches, an explosion of greenery and unbridled vegetation. The Primaeval Forest requires awareness and conscious