For the past two years we were searching for our' little' piece of land. It's not that we are big on ecological footprints and sustainable living, even though our small corner of the world is known for just that. It's not that we took seriously all the apocalyptic movies that we watched and joked about, although our area lend itself to ghost stories and shady past. It’s not even that land run in our families history of Jewish immigrants or our private history of constant moving.
Basically nothing in our upbringing (definitely mine) could explain that deep yearning to own acres of primal land (with water as I kept insisting) and yet that is exactly how we felt.
