A suburb doesn’t seem like a very logical location for the development of an eco-village. Living in harmony with nature while putting up some terraced houses, can you imagine it?
Y. and I step out of our back door and into the mud. Zuiderveld is located in a swampy area that was traditionally used for agriculture. The current housing shortage has forced the city to expand here. The soil protests violently, fills up with water and has sucked up many a boot. Large loads of sand are required for construction.
Y. loves the trucks and the diggers. He is fascinated by a forklift that is moving a large metal sheet. The ground thunders beneath our feet when the plate comes down. It reminds me of the new BBC documentary about Stonehenge. Hacking, digging, dragging and building is in our blood; the man in the forklift is a credit to his ancestors.
New housing developments are not a new thing. A few years ago in Scotland, we visited Skara Brae, a village from the Stone Age (about 5000 years ago). Small houses, close together. A safe place, dry and warm. People around you, children to play with. That is why we all live here, in this new housing development.
Y. and I walk down the street in the direction of the park. A hare shoots away in the narrow strip of grass between the highway and the construction site. Crows whiz over in search of food. I suddenly wonder: Why can’t we humans settle for a warren, or a nest high in the tree?
I don’t know what the crows are thinking or where the hare is running to. I hope that in a few months’ time they will find their way to the large garden of the eco-village. I hope they will continue to remind us of what we have lost, as the lacerated earth slowly heals again.