For more than 150 years, I have guarded the stories of the Gerla manor. In my shade a count once told tales to his grandchild; children played, loves were born, dreams took shape. I have watched generations grow, heard laughter and silence, and the whisper of changing times. Today I still stand here — the great plane tree of Gerla — the Tree of Memories, a living link between past and present. Stand beside me, and you will feel all that I have preserved through the centuries. Vote for me!