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  • The last one out, close the door.
    by Jorge Trujillo Gams
    It is estimated that around 130 million books have been written throughout history, since our friend Gutenberg invented his toy. Sorry, that was a while ago, now there’s more… The truth is that everything has been said and written, one and a thousand times. But we have neither the time, nor the capacity, nor the desire to read it. So, weContinue reading “The last one out, close the door.”
  • It rains here
    by Jorge Trujillo Gams
    In one of our first Post’s in mid-August 2021 (210815 FIRST MONTH), we highlighted our impressions of the rain. We wrote it on our 30th day of living at Babylon Gardens, and it was already evident to us that water would always be present, everywhere. Three and a half years later, we can confirm that that early impression was correct. InContinue reading “It rains here”
  • The Big Cat
    by Jorge Trujillo Gams
    This passion didn’t start with our Project. It was there long before that. Probably since my childhood, when destiny was still weaving networks of neurons, building patterns, preferences, character, passions, fears, following an infinite sequence of causes and effects that is lost in time. I could sum it up in attraction. But I think the term does not encompass it. PerhapsContinue reading “The Big Cat”
  • The Statue and the Butterfly
    by Jorge Trujillo Gams
    I cannot explain what I do not understand. Imagine a stony statue in the forest. To her, time does not seem to flow, though it does flow. Those who float on the breath of life, know that it flows. They see it on their skin, they feel it in their bones, and sometimes, unfortunately few, they even reach a very deepContinue reading “The Statue and the Butterfly”
  • To the limit
    by Jorge Trujillo Gams
    Sometimes you must go to the limit, to gain the perspective needed to perform actions. A perspective that monotony puts off time and time again, indefinitely… It was a beautiful morning when we were ready to load, with the help of Scorpy and Bongo, a trip of granular material for trail construction. I took a seat and started Scorpy’s engine, asContinue reading “To the limit”
  • First Month
    by Jorge Trujillo Gams
    And time does not stand still.In reality, there is no difference between day 30 and day 21.47. The cosmos doesn’t seem to prefer exact numbers. There’s PI to remind us. What if instead of 10 fingers, we mammals had 8 on each hand? Would we be octomals instead of decimals? A useless reflection… and on August 15, true to our humanContinue reading “First Month”
  • The Cave
    by Jorge Trujillo Gams
    I’ve said it before. Working with my hands alone is not only frustrating, but in my limited time scale, it is a guarantee for failure. I need a hammer to strike efficiently, a nail to retain permanently, pliers to hold tightly, a saw to shape a piece of wood, a ladder to climb a tree, ropes to tie the cow IContinue reading “The Cave”
  • Scorpy
    by Jorge Trujillo Gams
    We could work with our hands. The Egyptians created pyramids with little more than that. The Incas terraced Machu Pichu, and the Gomeros shaped the horizontal plane where only the vertical existed. All by hand. However, when we seek perceptible achievements within our life span (…I am 57 years old), and when we do not have the generous help of thousands,Continue reading “Scorpy”
  • What are we doing?
    by Oriana Trujillo
    If you were to come visit us now, you would find…NADA. Yep, you read that right, there are no buildings, no electricity, no running water (except the creeks of course), no nothing. So, what are we doing here? What is the project actually about? Our main goal is to create an economically and environmentally sustainable community. That generic challenge could beContinue reading “What are we doing?”
  • The place
    by Jorge Trujillo Gams
    In the beginning, there was no precise place on the globe, and all were distant, nebulous, elusive dreams. As soon as the place appeared, infinite in its details, but defined at last, all those dreams evolved gaining clarity and realism. Now they crowd against each other, running over each other, from their intangible fantasy underworld, into the here and now, theContinue reading “The place”

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The kitchen looked beautiful today under the morning sun Our new pest control inspector 🕵️ A beautiful summer morning spent in the creek under Babylon Garden’s bridge Anyone have recipes that call for a lot of eggs? We’re getting 7 a day and the chicken are just getting started 🥳 This morning the clouds looked like a waterfall over the mountains A beautiful summer afternoon going to feed the chicken all together. Also, a rare banana tree we bought just started growing bananas 🍌!!! Cannot wait to taste them! We are installing a net in hopes of decreasing our little insect friends enjoying the greenhouse goodies 🙈 My dad was recently added to a group where people buy and sell farm animals and he’s hooked to getting different 🐔!! He has had chicken most of his life, “a home is not a home without chicken” he usually says. Every year we drive thousands of cattles on our farm in Venezuela.