Qiong Huang

The oikos Camp was like a garden to me, where each group brought their own seeds, nurtured them, and waited for them to grow. Over the course of a week, our seeds grew to varying degrees – some blossomed into flowers, some bore fruit, and even those that had just broken through the soil to reveal new shoots showed a promising upward future. This flourishing garden, much like the sustainable and green future we yearn for, allowed us to take home flowers and fruits, yet left our roots embedded in the Camp, preserving a part of our memories.