I was watching him working on a piece of wood. He was creating something, that was evident, but thanks to an electric brush I was not able to see what he was working on.
The sawdust was flying everywhere, and I had to keep my eyes closed to avoid getting it into my eyes.
When he turned the machine off, the dust was still flying in all directions. I waited for some seconds and then opened my eyes to try and see his masterpiece.
But all I could see was a deformed piece of wood with lots of sawdust and broken pieces of wood upon it.
“All that noise for this?” I asked disappointed, at 8 years old, patience was not one of my highest virtues.
“Yes” The man answered as he looked for a little hand brush in his bag. Continue reading