He was a shy person, interested in poetry and photography and somehow he didn´t really fit into the harsh and down to earth life of a farming village. When he was young, he dreamed of becoming a car mechanic, but his father wouldn´t allow it. So he became a plumber like his father. The same career decision was foreseen for me. But I took another direction.
During childhood I often was ordered to give my father a helping hand in his workshop. So I know all the tools and work pieces very well. My father´s workshop still exists, almost unchanged. Some time ago I wanted to document it, because there are plans to sell the house with all the stuff inside, and all things will vanish. The pictures in this series are a mixture of my fathers´ photographs and mine.