With all the talking/thinking about electricity, it somehow eluded me until now that hey! these guys are building the house without electricity! No nail guns, no skill saw, no nothing. No sounds in fact, other than the birds, the roosters, and the music from the chargeable speaker we bought.
That’s pretty awesome cool, really. Hands and backs and resources.
As I arrived over there this morning to bring Jorge money for the bricks, Anselmo was throwing water on a beautifully round mix of sand and gravel. It looked like a cake in the making. Or crepes. The moment when one breaks an egg into the perfect mound of flour before mixing it all in. I have done this many times and I can see that Anselmo might have done this even more times.
Baking cakes. Making houses. With hands and love.