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In the scorched highlands of Northern Ethiopia, where the earth had baked into something closer to concrete than soil, thousands of villagers showed up for work. They didn't carry saplings. They carried pickaxes, shovels, and crowbars. And for months, under the skeptical gaze of government officials and the open laughter of neighboring villages, these workers did something that looked completely insane. They dug holes. Millions of them. They excavated over twenty thousand deep trenches. They stacked thirty-eight thousand earthen walls. They assembled four hundred and thirty-nine kilometers of stone barriers—roughly the distance from London to Paris—all by hand. To anyone watching, this wasn't reforestation. This was an open-air mining operation. This was preparation for trench warfare. The local engineers had seen tree-planting campaigns come and go for decades. International organizations would arrive with nursery seedlings, plant them in neat rows, take photos for their annual reports, and leave. Within months, ninety percent of those trees would be dead. The soil was too hard. The rain ran off like water on glass. The goats ate whatever survived. Plant and pray. Pray and fail. So when these villagers started hacking trenches into rock-hard ground instead of planting trees, the skepticism was predictable. Why dig graves for water that never comes? Why move millions of tons of rock in a landscape where nothing grows? But the people digging those holes knew something the engineers had missed. They knew the forest wasn't actually dead. It was hiding underground. And they knew that before they could bring it back, they had to plant something else entirely. They had to plant the rain first.
Seven years later, satellite images show a sharp green line cutting across the Ethiopian highlands. On one side, the same dusty brown wasteland. On the other, twenty-three thousand hectares of recovering forest with a ninety percent survival rate.