Mikado

Logging in forest sanctuaries to fund the war: The prospector finally indicates the trunk he identified in a previous survey. His job ends there. The tree’s life – 20, 50, 100 years old, some even older – comes to an end as well. Two men approach the tree. The tree seems to hesitate for a second.

Then, the nerves of the wood make a breaching sound and the large tree leans and falls, falls, falls, first with a storm of leaves and then with a guttural noise of a whale splashing the surface of the sea.