I arrived on the island and wanted to take advantage of the weather to alleviate health problems, and between trips I found a tiny store. A garage. Inside, two elderly brothers who makes knives and tobacco pipes. The Cachimba, as the elders call it.
I like them and make me see how it was done in the past, learning from the elders.
Time passes and my curiosity increases. I wonder, “why not? I could do something new. Even cars always have four wheels.”