Chapter 40, Tubi Theatre
“You can’t trust the people in that building,” said Dad about the southern building. “Most of them don’t work or go to school. As you can see, they fight amongst themselves all the time and I would be happy if you don’t make friends with them.” I personally didn’t like that idea; I liked to make friends and give everyone a chance. Also, being a target for pure racism, I was surprised that dad had misconceptions about people from North Africa. It is still a phenomenon that I am trying to understand. Yet, Dad said and so I tried to stay away. Dad and I were busy setting up his new Jeweler’s desk. This time he had it made by a professional. That heavy desk we built from the woods we found on the beach was dismantled and put away. The new desk had drawers and a nice leather apron to catch the cuttings of the gold and even a nice light and a lot of new tools. I loved looking at dad work. He made all kind of jewelry. I saw him make rings, chains, earrings, and even cross pendants. I thi...