... years and years to see build fix invent ...
Whatever it was necessary to my house to be built from scratch ...
I'm still not grown up as an example (the child), spun around quickly to my father, I watched and listened and are often many questions ... curious watched the strange sequence of steps ... Need
draft-idea-on paper-recovery of raw materials-construction ...
is now much easier for me to tell that in ancient times was the acquisition of the method, the gesture, the practice disguised as a game ... Trying
thousand ways to disrupt the work of my father, I spent from doing a thousand questions to try to plant vines with a hammer, destroying the measuring instruments, paints and what other should not be a work bench, so do not game.
What I saw and usually palpable, more and more curious ... it was dirty and "inside", the "hidden", "the unknown" ... so the party that gave life to objects and various tools ...
And that transform continuous matter, and the repairs that are not crear from scratch what was needed .... It was nothing but a constant stimulus, a challenge even more interesting, a curiosity fed daily non-stop from what was his world, his things, his passions, her past, her life say "private" even if time always and constantly the family, then talk of the garage.
very strange place where everything came to life before they had ...
From cars completely disassembled, repainted ... adjusted to the construction of balconies and fences, doors and windows, extraction hoods, drills and grinders, log splitters ... engines of cars and motorcycles that were treated by expert hands and dedicated ...
then adolescence came, with all the wealth of diverse stimuli and uncertainties that led to women striving looking elsewhere and adventure, came a short period soon who taught a lot, took time, and at the same time gave a different view of living up to these days ... slowly increased awareness and the need to solve every problem ... and learn ... you still
Since then, the gesture was trained for pleasure, boredom, work ... and slowly the passion increased since when looking between the disused old tools of my father, I found a forge, anvil, pliers and a hammer, decreeing that time, the change of hands ... and know-how became continuous pleasure ....
... and then how we can never forget that smell, and those feelings ... the iron has its own smell, is very characteristic, once known not forget ...
heard him on the hands of my father and I still feel it today, on my ...
... and then how we can never forget that smell, and those feelings ... the iron has its own smell, is very characteristic, once known not forget ...
heard him on the hands of my father and I still feel it today, on my ...
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