Januar 15, Lahore
So I got the library cupboard/walls made. I found a (very) local carpenter. He said he would make them in a days work. He promised everyday for two weeks. I ended up doing my emotional black mail formula–and sat and sulked for six hours one day in the dingy workshop till they finished them. The dust smelt of a sweet wood. The noise was eventful. Saws, nails, hammers, the older carpenters mumbling orders to the younger one occasional and the dull buzz of traffic outside. The money didn’t even go to the carpenter! The shop was owned by the guy who made those promises. He was not a carpenter at all. Swiss precision is a joke. Though they are less rickety than our home-made prototype. I just love them!
And speaking of mobile libraries, we put them all in one rickshaw: two 5×2 feet, two 4×2 and two 3×2 feet. Tied them to the roof! There are light and easy to carry. They are like separators and its really fun playing with them—like a giant house building set. I counted the shelves—the whole thing can keep 400 small zines! How does one do that? I'm not sure what feeling I am feeling. I prefer words to numbers.