Tag: journal
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Can You Leave a House Here?
Has anyone ever asked youif they could leave a house at your place? It sounds like science fiction.But it happened to us. 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…
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Before the Container Arrives
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…
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The Neighbours
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…
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When the Land Changed
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…
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A Place to Return To
After the fence was finishedand the conversations about utilities began,we could have continued immediately. Another call.Another decision.Another visible step forward. But something inside us felt steady. For years, travel meant movement without anchors.We would leave, explore, absorb new landscapes —and then return…but never quite to something that felt truly ours. There was always a sense…
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The Fence. Before Electricity.
Before we started bringing electricity to the land.Before utilities, companies, contracts, and waiting.We did one thing that seemed simpler. We built a fence. Not because it was a big project.But because it was one we still felt able to do ourselves. A first boundary A fence is not just about separation.It is the first gesture…
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What We Didn’t See (or Didn’t Want To)
We already had the land.Before the purchase, we checked the zoning plan.Yes, building was allowed.On paper, everything was fine. What we didn’t fully see were the things that don’t show up on maps so easily. The things you quietly accept We knew there were no utilities on the land.We knew access wouldn’t be perfect.We knew…
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We took the long way
It took a long time before the land became ours. Not because it wasn’t there —but because we weren’t ready to say yes. We traveled.We returned.We hesitated. And even when the land was available, we waited. Until one evening, after another return,we went there without a plan —just to look. The sun was setting.The light…
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THE BEGINNING
In the beginning, there was light.Not a plan. Not a house. Not a clear vision of the future.Just light — resting briefly on the landscape — and a quiet feeling that we should stay. We searched for a place for a long time.Not efficiently. Not quickly.For almost ten years, we crossed the country back and…
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Six Blocks — a beginning
This is not a story about perfect plans.It’s a story about space.About slowing down.About choosing less, and finding more inside it. Six Blocks was never meant to be a blueprint.It started as an idea — maybe six containers, maybe fewer, maybe something else entirely.Because life doesn’t follow sketches. It edits them. What matters is not…
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