OLD TRADES AND OCCUPATIONS
When we were kids there was a sound, a panpipe sound of consecutive shades of high and low notes that fill the streets from time to time. We knew what it meant. And then people started coming, with pliers, scissors, knives, even umbrellas. The street sharpener was near. We gathered too, fascinated by that men and his strange bike.
This old trade is now almost extinct but in those small villages where mass consumerism is yet to arrive, sometimes we can still hear that sound and immediately we are transported to a different dimension.