Wahen we were kids, when my brothers and I saw our father at work, we thought he was some kind of superhero. Of course, to do our job in the past, you had to have some superpower, because there was no modern equipment like we have today, and not much attention was paid to safety. We would watch him skilfully navigate over the roofs like a tightrope walker, at heights that to us – barely a meter tall – seemed enormous. All three of us thought the same thing: ‘When I grow up, I’m going to be like my dad. I’m going to be a tinsmith.’
But we didn’t actually wait to grow up. Every day after school we would immediately run home, and after homework, we would go straight to the lab to see, to watch... or help when they let us! What happened there was magic. Or at least it was for us! Metal working. What at first were mere metal sheets became pipes, gutters, parts of roofs. Perfect and shiny geometric shapes that my father and his colleagues would install in every house!
There is no better drive to learn a trade than awe.