Before the very first of Amaya’s bricks had been laid, the terraces we now live on and love had long been abandoned. There was a time when our terraces were agricultural farmland, each layer its own distinct swathe cut into the hillside. Farmers’ work had maximised the amount of available arable land, prevented soil erosion and landslides, and kept water wastage to a minimum.
However, a combination of several factors, including migration from rural spaces to the cities left the terraces deserted. Topsoil, subjected to years of continuous intensive crop farming, had been left exposed and in poor health, in stark contrast to the lush pine trees surrounding the site. What had once been a hillside profuse with crops was now a kingdom of weeds, a microbiome unto its own that resisted the forest’s attempts to reclaim it.