“We did not come to Brandenburg looking for a home. We came because we needed a break, and because our old dog needed somewhere she would be welcome.”
On the second morning, walking through the fog, the place made its case. The fields, the canal, the silence. We went back to the rental, and the idea was sitting between us. Half-formed, slightly absurd, stubbornly alive.
An open weekend, a map of the last empty plots, and a dog who stopped at one of them. We called it a sign. Mostly, the banks said no. A few months later, somehow, we heard a yes.
We lived in it first.
We moved into an almost empty house and let it tell us what it needed, room by room. Every piece came later, chosen because it does something for a real day.
Kobi tends to dream first. Vincenzo tends to ask the next question. Without one, ABAITA would never have begun. Without the other, it would still be a beautiful idea halfway through.
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We lived in it first.
We moved into an almost empty house and let it tell us what it needed, room by room. Every piece came later, chosen because it does something for a real day.
