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The Agora => Greek News => Greek History & Culture => Topic started by: Maik on Tuesday, 15 April, 2014 @ 13:48:03
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Such is the cry of Hussein Ismet, the last chair-maker of Komotini in northern Greece, as he trawls the town street by street seeking nothing more than to ply his trade of his forebears. The locals hear him coming from blocks away.
He learned the craft from his father, who in turn learned it from his grandfather – a family business if ever there was. For as long as he can remember, Hussein has wandered around on his tricycle-cum-workshop in search of seating in need of repair.
On a good day, he can make four or five chairs as good as new, but other days he cannot find a single chair to repair. “There are always bad days at the office” Hussein says.
http://greece.greekreporter.com/2014/04/13/the-last-chairmaker-of-komotini/
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There are still some bits of Greece that are a different world. We didn't get chairs mended but when I was a kid I remember my mum getting knives and scissors sharpened by some old guy who pushed round a big sharpening stone thingy on wheels.
Tony