The Quest for Soil

I carried this dream like a quiet flame, sheltered from opposing winds, nourished by the simple and noble idea of a roof in my homeland—not just a shelter, but a presence. A place where every stone would speak my language, where every tree would bear witness to my silences.

But before the walls can rise, the land must first be found.

This patch of earth, modest perhaps, yet full of promise, will become the cradle of my future memories. There, I will plant my roots a second time—not to escape, but to return. To return with the intention to build, to pass on, to sow the seeds of tomorrow.