It’s the classic dilemma of the modern age: nature vs. mobility. I am the patriarch of my forest, 30 metres tall, planted around 1800 by the marquis of the Amelisweerd estate. Many have enjoyed my presence since then. But how about the future? My existence is threatened by the expansion of highway A27, 800 other trees face the same fate. Many alternatives have been presented, all have been rejected, despite numerous protests. I consider myself a symbol of resistance against global tree felling, but how much longer do I have?