Suddenly the sky, my favourite part of this landscape, turned grey. Not because of the pollution (maybe a bit more now), but because of the persistent presence of military planes that fly a route to I don’t know where every single day. Several times a day. In one week, the [envrionmental] sadness that I have been able to mange well for the past years turned into a dam that cannot hold the water anymore. The strict policies against migrants and refugees worldwide, the irrespon

When I arrived here, it was just bush¹... Then I felt like putting up a patch... Who knows, maybe one day it will become a food forest!...