The technology lessons were taught by a man. This man. Not the culinary technology lessons, the woodwork. As the bell rang through the very rough and Soviet - looking school, he was there. A man, probably in his 50’s, with a middle finger that was missing by a third and a fatherly smile.

“Hallo-Hallo! We start today with the wood, we build little house, and at the end, we probably don’t lose fingers.”