Nov 30, 2025
3 min read
The world seems to be from another century.At the top of the forest, surrounded by dense forest and at the edge of the forest, there is a wooden house in the forest on the mountain without electricity, without electricity.The sun begins to beat on the window and the candle begins to burn.Between daylight and darkness, Maria organizes her whole life: cut firewood, flour, cattle and only the radio.in the rest of the world.
With an easy road or neighbors nearby, an insulated wooden house with lights and turning on silence and a vibrating radio can't be broken at the end of the day.
The scene looks like it came from another century.At the top of a slope, surrounded by dense forest and dense silence, stands a lonely wooden house in the mountain without electricity, without asphalt, without neighbors in sight.The day begins when the sun shines in the window and ends when the flame of the lamp begins to die out.Between sunrise and total darkness, Maria organizes her entire life around a few certainties: firewood cut, bread provided, animals fed, and a radio madhouse as her only direct link to the rest of the world.
There, where many could only see loss, he sees a method, a purpose and a kind of peace that the city no longer offers.His children appear to be young, his grandchildren can experience near space.The house in the mountains has been the main thing of the wood, it has been the thing of hard work, hard work, the same desire, the strong desire is far from the development of the resurrection.
The extreme geography of the house and the weight of silence
Maria's house is located in a dense mountain forest, away from power lines.
The city of Brazil is considered the capital of coffee 'and it is surprising its European climate, brunches in historic farms and the history of thousands of tons of exports.
At 94 years and 176 days, he is the oldest still active bus driver in the world
Created by the Red Army, Alabai, which weighs 90 kg and is famous as a "wolf killer", faces bears, protects livestock and needs an experienced owner to control the biggest guard dog of today.
With a 300-meter drop and a few pillars, a house on a hill in Guizhou shelters residents, defies understanding, mixes rock and concrete and asks: do you dare to live there?
Growing up with the condition of being a neighbor, he went outside all the time.
The justification was simple and brutal: the forest would have to be cut down to fit the poles, and no one wanted to bear this political and environmental price.
Light is for others, darkness is for her.
Without a power grid, everyday life is decided by the weather.
Heavy rain on the roof means another day spent indoors, knitting, reading in low light, turning on the radio while the batteries help.Clear sky means vegetable garden, pasture, firewood, walking on a steep slope.
The silence is almost absolute power.
There is no traffic noise, no competing neighbors, no distant road noise.
What broke the silence was the cow's bleating, the squawking of the chickens, the barking of the dog, the barking of the cat and, occasionally, the metallic voice of the radio announcer.
Distant children, real memories
Maria has two children.And they grew up, we just complained to the walled city, went to war, and their lives were taken away from the mountains.
The visits exist, but they are rare, spaced out, filled with the urban rush.
One of them almost never comes back.The other appears a few times, just enough to maintain a thread of presence, not enough to completely erase the impression that the isolated treehouse in the mountains has left on the family's mental map.
Her once young mother, who spent her days working for her sick father and husband, knew that her body was failing her, she knew that no one likes to depend on others.
She reads a story about her grandmother who was kicked out of her home and separated from her family, and in a deep voice she is grateful that she can still decide where to sleep, what to plant, and who to tell.
Wishing for our children and grandchildren is always normal, but it is not enough to break the bond with the light that exists.
Animals as a family and animals as an antidote
In the absence of people, animals live in the middle.The cow, the chickens, the dog, the cat have a name, a way and a conversation.
Marija talks to them as if she were talking to old neighbors.
He complains about the lack of time, comments about the weather, about the milk that spoils quickly in the heat, about the fear of losing other dogs, because of some forecasts in the forest, he is speeding up.
When he enters the stable with the lantern, it's not just to milk.
It is "to talk to them, because there is no one else to talk to".
The cow reacts with heavy breathing and slow movements, the chickens circle their feet, the cat looks curious, the dog looks at the door.
This little shepherd is the social network of the mountains, the family heart that never talks about inheritance, never stops trips, never shows up for dinner.
Work non-stop: firewood, vegetable garden, milk, canned goods
In an isolated wooden house in the mountains, those who do not work do not survive.
A phrase is not a metaphor.
Maria organizes special activities around: chopping firewood, chopping firewood, saving firewood.Wood heat, fireplace with light, hot water, winter protection.
It is displayed among animals, gardens, parks and kitchens.
Flour for bread, meat and fat are ready, the grass is arranged on the shelves, the cheese is divided and the show is generous.
When it comes to income, Maria does not give numbers but priorities: "The main thing is bread, the main thing is that there is flour, there is bread and everything else."
Hard, repetitive work, without rest, supports your health and usefulness. He admits to himself: if he stops working, the mountain will swallow him in half.
Labitright, radio chirping and books like windows
Without electricity, the mountain bungalow lives on a light economy.At night, the kerosene lamp is the center of everything.
Close to him, Maria knits sandals, who wears clothes, organizes his thoughts. Read, almost never. The fire is weak, his eyes are tired, the newspaper becomes a rare luxury.
The adult is getting better, the best of work is, the new person's new job: is recorded by electric pills, buy in the city.
A lantern illuminates the path to the stable, guarantees safety in a dark yard, and allows you to read a few lines from a newspaper or magazine about the life of another grandmother, another family, another drama.
Maria is interested in stories about the grandparents of those who live in their homes, stories from life, studying the ancient and modern world.
The radio, powered by batteries, is the second thread that connects the mountain to the rest of the planet.
Between hissing and disappearing stations, news of distant wars, elections, market prices, urban tragedies comes.
He finds the station the way you find a business, patiently turning the dial, realizing that sometimes the silence is more than any frequency.
Aging, beliefs and choices exist
Maria talks about an old man who has no love.
"Age is not very pleasant," he says bluntly.The body is slower, climbing the slope requires breathing, carrying water and firewood wake up more every year.
Nevertheless, in her own history, she sees a kind of adjustment in time: she lived by working, taking care of her parents, supporting her husband, raising children.
Arriving here in the middle of the mountains, he explains, is a grace, not a punishment
Faith is not demonstrated, it is lived in simple expressions: asking for help, not being angry with God, being grateful that you can still plant, harvest, cook and walk alone.
Moving to the city would mean exchanging an insulated wooden house in the mountains for someone else's room, noisy neighbors, and not your schedule.
For now, the choice is clear: stay.Stay close to the forest they didn't want to cut down, the trails they know with their eyes closed, the animals that respond to the bucket's call, the radio that insists on working and the peace that exists in this particular part of the world.
Can you find peace like Maria in a lonely tree house in the mountains? Or do you want the noise of the city without the nonsense?
Fiction or not, Maria embodies a kind of hermit life of free and unfettered choice.She lives in peace with herself and the world around her... Her personal and private motives are difficult to know, the text does not mention it.They may be secular or religious, but the desire for solitude and the spiritual enjoyment experienced in this kind of solitude is crucial to the adoption of this lifestyle...
He talked and talked, but he didn't say that, it could be done as a myth.
I want to visit this place
