In the beginning, was the Word. The Word came to dwell among us, and we decided to exchange a big, comfortable house in the Masurian wilderness and a suburban life for an old, ruined farm in the forest and a life in a slow rhythm. We paid off our credit and tossed several hundred kilograms of unnecessary things, and moved into a caravan for half a year, together with a child, two cats and a pack of dogs and horses waiting at the door of the caravan. In two and a half years, we tackled a major renovation on a pocket-sized budget and made a place to live on the ground floor for ourselves and two flats for you in the attic of a pre-war house. We know every board and every brick because we did everything with our own hands. We have many ideas and no money to implement them, but a lot of resourcefulness and creativity, so little by little, we are carving out our place on earth, rejoicing in the freedom given to us.