First steps

My mom got the land officially. There are several reasons for this decision, but I don't want to go to details. Anyway she signed the purchase deed on 9th of September. I like that date: 09. 09. It's nice symmetrical. Plus 9 has a very high energy value and other good meaning in numerology. She payed most of the price righ than. She got the keys to the gate a couple of days later. Than she gave the other part of the sum to the now ex-owner. Finally, we got a piece of land. Woo-hoo! Unfortunately bureaucracy fucked up all the summer. So, the good weather was gone. We didn't care. Me and my family got into the car and went to the land on the weekend. I named it: A birtok. This hungarian word means a land estate which only noble people had in the past. Usually these were in the contryside and villein could not own such property in former times. Funny thing is that my mom actually has noble ancestors and her family had estates in five different villages in the past. But, that was long time ago. :) Anyway, this is how it looked like when we went there at the first time and walking on the land as our own:

Yes, that blueish spot at the middle is my mom. :) End of the land is at just beside the edge of the picture on the left, as you see the line of concrete posts going, beyond that overhanging big bloody bush. It is approximately 30 meters (33 yards) wide and 147 meters (160 yards) long. We couldn't go further by car because of the overgrown vegetation. Even we have had to cut a little spot first to get into the property. The yellow sign on the fence is a marker for the gasline. So, if we decide to get local propane later on, which is very common comfort thing in Hungary in every household, the outlet is right there beneath the surface. That's a huge saving as well. It means we don't have to pay to the gas company to bring the gasline in to the area. I don't want to use propane now, but it's a nice option for the future. That cable at the middle top is the electricity.

Remember this picture. Hopefully you will see some very different within a year.

How it's started

When I've moved home my mom asked me: 'Car or land?' 'Land of course.' I answered. Value of a car is dropping exponentially from the moment you've bought it. Plus government sucking your blood out via cars. So, fuck it. I'm happy with my downhill bike. Therefore we have started looking for a good piece of land. Somewhere nearby my town. The soil is nothing but damn blown sand hereabout. Probably one of the worst in the whole country. However vines and fruit trees like it, combined with plentiful sunny hours a year. That's how apricot is going to be so sweet like nectar, here on hungarian Great Lowland. So, I found a land estate ad on the net in June. I called the owner and arranged a meeting at the ground. After ten minutes drive out of the city we, me and my family, got to a dirt road on the right. After a turn we had to drive another 500 meters (547 yards) and finally we were there. It was an old orchard. 4410 square meters, which is approximately one acre (1,09). There are two wells on it. One is a dug well. The other one is drilled well. The dug well has five concrete rings before it reaches the water surface. So to speak it's quite deep. A cleaning then a sanitizing could be useful before using. The drilled well need a pit with masonry walls, otherwise sand will get into the pipe and fucks up the pump. Actually the pump is an old russian model which is good and bad at once. Good because such pumps can handle tons of working hours before die. Flow is quite high. But! If you fuck it up there are no spare parts for it anymore. So, I need to build a proper well pit with solid walls. Otherwise sand will make water turbid and ruins the pump. Plenty of rubbish were everywhere on the property. Fruit trees were very old. Lots of them died out already. Even those which looked okey needed a thorough pruning. There were five ailanthus trees. If you don't know them they are weed like trees: you can use it for nothing. Its wood has a very low heating value. You can't use it for furniture or carpentry works either, because it is fragile. Top of all it's stinky. On the other hand it can grow everywhere and throttles other, important cultivated trees. Basically the whole orchard was totally negleted. Weed covered the entire land, up to knees high. Fence was also in bad shape. Whoever built it they did not use fencing wire. Therefore the square fence wire hangs badly from concrete posts all around by now. Some of the posts need to be reerected, because they are out of vertical position. This situation caused by lack of proper foundation of the posts. A quarter of a right side of the land estate were missing the wire fence. Good thing is it has electricity and gaspipe too stops just at the corner of the fence. Those two wells are advantage as well. At least I don't have to run to a water engineer for plans, then to city council, Water Directorate, a well drilling company and so on for construction permit, spending severe thousands. Than again the same thing for occupancy permit.
So, I seen a potential in that piece of land, but it will take lots of hard work, which I'm not afraid. That's why I said yes to the pretty and young female owner. Shaken hands and the journey has began...

Why such lifestyle

I lived in Ireland for six years. I've just came back to Hungary recently. I know I've changed a lot. I can feel it. There is something ancient on that island. It helps you to realise what is important in life. Ok, I have been interesting our forefathers' knowledge and Nature herself since I was a child. But that magical, green spot in Atlantic Ocean pushes your mind to the right direction and opening your eyes: Hey, this society and way of life is so FAKE. Wake up, dude. And you start smelling the rain, the grass, the land, the stones around you and you can't resist anymore to that pristine force. You give a damn to that glittering-rotting circus in the cities no longer. You want to wake up with the first beam of Sun every morning. You want to drink that crystal clear running creek in the mountain. You want to smell the trees, bushes and meadow in the morning mist. Meanwhile you don't want to leave any trace of your existence in such fairy dream, to avoid ruining.

The other reason why I've decided to turn my back to this society of twisted values the irish people themself. First of all the elderly ones and they ancestors. How could they live off the land in such harsh environment? (If you experienced horizontal rain, than you know what I'm talking about.) How could they make a living and thrive from so little? If they did so why we can't today? Are we pussies? Are we cissies? Why do we need so many fancy devices to feel secure, comfy or just simply alright? Ok, defo life was harder back then, but at the end of the day you earned respect from your family, friends and  the community. On the other hand you respected things more. Because you knew how hard to make it. Plus the fact you did it for yourself, made things more valuable. Today, in this 'disposable society' nothing has value. When my mom was a little girl she was playing with only one doll. Yes, you've read it right: ONE doll. My grandpa made it, out of corn cob and husks for her. My mom loved it more than girls their bloody Barbie dolls these days.

But irish have opened my eyes for other things as well. Lots of them asked me, during our conversations, the following question: Why you should give anything to these greedy, corrupt and dirty politics and their bureaucrats, whom don't do nothing but make your life difficult and miserable? And there are those freakin' bankers the wankers, insurance companies, solicitors and businessmen. Why? What they do for you? Do fuck all. They take advantage of three basic human characteristics: seeking for comfort, laziness and ignorance. They want your hardly earned money for it and then feck off. You can go die after all. That's their hyena-smile hides away. They led to belive you what they do is going to be good for you. NO. It makes you lazy and you pay its price twice. Top of all Earth will pay too, for your laziness. Earth has nothing to do with your lazy ass. Remember sloth is one of the Seven Deadly Sins.

What's this all about

Smart people in Far-East used to say The Path is more important, than The Destination. This blog is going to be a diary of a birth of a homestead. But not just any kind of homestead. My goal is to build something which reaches back in time to our great-grandfathers and to their knowledge. Bring something alive again: living in harmony with Nature, living in Nature with Harmony in my soul. Go to bed every evening with a thought I worked hard today as well. Therefore I know what does it mean the respect and honor of work and last but not least, do this so that I do not mean harm to my environment. You can call this lifestyle green living, self-sufficiency, low impact living, back to basics, off grid living, permaculture and so on. Doesn't matter which mainstream terms you pick it up. There is always ONE recognition stands behind of all: you are part of Nature. Wether you like it or not. Therefore you shouldn't do anything bad against Her. Mother Nature or Earth provides you everything: the water what is the base of your fancy drinks, the foods are in your fridge, the cotton, silk, wool or even the synthetic fiber your clothes made of, the fossil fuels you burn to heat your home up, the metals and all the materials your car product of, the minerals your Silicium based computer became alive. So, don't make shit where you eat. Don't act like an ingrate kid and ruin our planet. Be grateful. Be gentle to Her. Be respectful. Live your life in peace with Her. Because Earth is NOT ours. We ONLY borrow her from our grandchildren. I've perceived this important fact and now I'm going to start a journey. I'll show you everything, good and bad equally, I'll experience. Hopefully it will help you to commence your own jorney too.