When I was a mechanic apprentice
When I was 13-15 years old in the 1970s, I worked as an apprentice of a radio repairman during the summer holidays. I gained a lot there at a young age in understanding life and people. The experiences I have gained, on the one hand, protected me from the worst of life; on the other hand, it led to my personal development. When the customer brought his broken radio for repair, he would assume that he knew the solution as if he had diagnosed the fault. They would say, "It works, but it doesn't make a sound! The wire is broken; there is a soldering job!" When we came across such explanations, we wouldn't have questioned why they hadn't fix it themselves since they knew the fault. If we told them to show us the broken cable, they couldn't show it. I was used to these kinds of diagnoses and treatments since I often heard about them. I didn't use to listen to them much. In such cases, taking in my hand the screwdriver, the side cutter, the avom...