The excavated soil—initially intended to be filled with concrete to form a proper house foundation—remained untouched, marking an attempt to begin building a house at the same age my father had when he started his.

Over time, weather conditions gradually returned much of the soil to its original state, leaving behind visible traces of the earlier intervention.

The renewed effort by close friends and family to re-excavate the same ground reflects a continued investment—at times echoing a Sisyphean task—demanding patience and perseverance to move beyond present limitations.