THE CARPENTER

At the moment of my entrance the old man turn away and acted busy as if he didn’t want to greet. He owned a large sawmill with a storage unit containing of massive logs and various wood beams. He didn’t listen to my speech, supposedly he thought it was too simplistic and a total waste of time, he said, have a cup of tea. Besides a small desk and two smaller stools. We drank tea and he only stared at the woods. Almost like a painter that inspects his canvas after hours of work. music : Aref Niazi