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From Rocalet to Can Decreix
The start from Rocalet was slow and messy as always as when we go back to the road after some days of rest in a project. Our stuff was spread all around and we could feel that getting things done, pack and go was taking us some extra time because many people had left during our stay in the community. As part of the excitement of starting peddaling again Pepe (the red trailer) left with the axle of Una ( the one wheel trailer) inside of it, the pots ended by being carried inside of Knodels trailer and the confused…
Le Rocalet – Donkeyland, Rain, Rocks, River
Rocalet is a young community that has been started in August 2016. A group of people buyed an almost abanded trashed place, where the last years one messy old men had been living. Now its a lively place with a garden area, a communal house, free running chickens, donkey land, a lot of space in the forest and music all around. If u enter Rocalet after climbing up a beautiful valley, a small road is leading you through the forest along a swinging plattform where you can hear the lovely sound of a flute sometimes wispering from the tree, along…
Dealing with persistent oppressive behaviour on the Biketour
Every year, a lot of people from a lot of different backgrounds join the Biketour. Like in any group that does not consist exclusively of people, who have already intensively reflected upon power structures, situations happen that are experienced as more or less oppressive by some people. As none of us is perfect, we will make mistakes. That’s okay, because the Biketour aims to be a space that is open. A space where people who have never thought about mechanisms of oppression before can learn about them. Sometimes though, some specifically difficult personalities are joining, who regularly show inappropriate behaviour.…
Abandoned kitties
When a group of five ecotopians went outside the city of Issac (40KM away from Montpellier) and saw three adorable abandoned kittens hidden in bush they didn’t doubted and carried them on their bike, in a front basket covered by a wine box so they couldn’t jump off, unsure about what would happen next. They arrived very late at the farm were we were staying overnight and some courageous catsitters spent a hard night listening to the meows of the scared and hungry kittens. Even though our hosts were not very excited about keeping one of the cats (because there…