I have a dream

The old house at the end of the street was being renovated. Scaffolding covered its façade while workers ran around over the wooden platforms. They hammered with axes, removing layers of plaster, and cleaned the walls with bristled brushes. Two workers caught my eye as they sat on the scaffolding with their legs in the air. They lit a cigarette for each and boiled coffee on a little gas stove then poured it from the coffeepot. The scent of the coffee reached me as I listened to their conversation. - Listen, I’m so fed up building these lovely houses for them. In ...

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