Ten years are passed since I touched my first olive tree. I was 30 years old. It was not a love at first sight. I was always surrounded by olive trees and before that first touch, I found them quite boring to watch. But something magical happened...
I born here, I live here and I probably will die here.
Looking around I was always surprised by looking at how few fields produced food here. I eat every day, we all eat every day, three times a day, sometimes more. Where does all the food come from? Where are the farmers?