six-blocks

Category: journal

  • They stayed anyway

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    kamischacom
    in

    We went all the way to the Netherlands for them.To make it right. To make it ours. They were supposed to be colorful.That’s what we thought. But when they bloomed,they turned red. And somehow,that felt better. Every spring, we try to protect them.The deer always find them first. We moved them more than once.Changed their…

  • Held for a moment

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    kamischacom
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    nothing stays

  • No reason, just this

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    by

    kamischacom
    in

    just this

  • A place that wasn’t perfect

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    kamischacom
    in

    After our first nightin a small container house,by the forest,with cows as our neighbors, I realized something. This is home. Our home. And slowly, it started to sink in.But we still couldn’t quite believe it —that we actually have a house. Maybe becausewe never wanted it to be “normal”. We wanted less.Less things.Less noise. We…

  • The First Night

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    kamischacom
    in

    You’re probably wondering what our first night was like.So were we. We couldn’t wait to find out. Would we be scared?After all, we had always lived in an apartment in the city — not at the edge of a village, by the forest, with cows as our neighbors. As soon as the terrace was finished,…

  • The Second Attempt

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    kamischacom
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    Everyone remembers the first try.The mud.The waiting.The sentence we never thought we would say. But there was a second one. This time,everything worked. The road held.The crane moved.The truck arrived. And the house finally found its place. In a few hours,what once felt impossiblebecame ordinary. Water.Electricity.Waste. All connected.All working. What remainedwas quieter. A terrace to…

  • Can We Leave a House Here?

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    kamischacom
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    We thought we were ready. The road was reinforced.Stone after stone. Layer after layer. It looked solid. Until the crane sank. Only once. But once is enough. It stood there,stabilised on its legs,waiting for the truck. The truck that never arrived. At some point,we had to ask a neighbour: Can we leave a house here?…

  • Before the Container Arrives

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    kamischacom
    in

    Everyone talks about the container. But before anything arrives,the land has to agree. A finished container comes on a truck.With a crane.Large. Heavy. Which means: The road must hold. We reinforced it.Stone.More stone.Layers upon layers. It looked solid. And yet the ground decides. Even when the road seems ready,weight finds the weakest point. Wet ground…

  • The Neighbours

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    kamischacom
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    The fence was finished.The work was done. And then we properly metour neighbours. Cows. The land used to be pasture.Of course it did.It still remembers. Imagine sitting on the terrace.The sun going down.A cold lemonade in your hand. And a slowly moving herdgrazing across the field. It sounds romantic.And it is. But when the local…

  • When the Land Changed

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    kamischacom
    in

    I. Bringing Power The nearest electricity connection was almost 200 meters away. On paper, it sounded manageable.In reality, it meant permits, approvals, coordination —and trusting people with heavy machines to enter a place we love. And then they came. The quiet field turned into mud and movement. For a few days, it didn’t look like…