He’d start by gathering all the letters and sorting them. Then he’d sweep a feather duster over the merchandise in the shop window and organize the boxes which hadn’t been put away the day before. First thing in the morning he was always fussed about leaving the shop neat and tidy for potential clients. As soon as everything was organized, he would sit behind the counter and make what he liked most: light bulbs.
There was no way it would’ve been anything else. The lighting shop had lamps, spotlights and light bulbs of all sorts and colours, but they were cold and lifeless objects. Alberto had learned the art of “shedding light” from his grandfather, who had learned it on one of his voyages as a sailor. Sigue leyendo