As a kid, I remember learning that an olive brach was a sign of peace.
that inspired my eight years old costume, dressing up as a peace angel for a carnaval.
White ghosty sheet with olive branch crown and peace songs in my heart.
I loved that costume.
Fast forward 30 years I realised those olive trees from my crown, belonged to people who had no right to take care of them. The peace song became sad as Rabin was assassinated. and I was getting ready to leave my country. olive branches became the symbol for anonymous Palestinian villages.
Where does one go?
Wherever olive trees grows… like a crumb trail, they suddenly were the symbol to my Mediterranean identity.
13 years later we still live at the same house in Provence.
Olive oil merchants house. olive oils here are treated like whine.
they hold olive oil tastings rituals, competition and prizes.
Now olives are a lifestyle symbol
Authentic. Tradition. Simplicity. Local. Natural.
