A personal journey A childhood memory: A group of kids and their teacher on a school trip. They are walking through excavations, listening to explanations from a tour guide about their ancestors who lived there two thousand years ago. After a while, one of the kids points to some ruins between the trees. "Are these ancient homes as well?" he asks. "These are not important," comes the answer. Growing up in the seventies and the eighties you couldn't miss those small houses scattered near fields, between towns and Kibbuzim and in national parks. Most of them were made of stone,…