Chapter 7i^4
Grrrrrnggggggggg.
Grnnnng.
Grrrrrrrrrrrrnnnnnggggg.
Mr. Andreas’ saw cut through wood like… well a sharp and powerful saw.
It was his latest project, some kind of wardrobe or something. He didn’t like those Ikea things, he wanted to make things himself.
He was a retired man, used to work in the Public Power Company. A handyman there as well, he claimed to have laid hundreds of kilometres of cable and repaired over a thousand transformers.
The neighbours believed him. Everyone who knew the man believed him.
Not a day went by without Mr. Andreas’ projects being heard around the block.
Yanni held his head in his hands.
The noise was too much. He should be thankful basically, that it wasn’t one of the man’s steel projects. Those took a lot more work and throwing around
