And now the house has been built, Light and bright, in the hamlet of Leis with its age-blackened wooden buildings at an altitude of I 500 m. We put up another new building next to it at the same time, a Smaller sibling, two houses from the same family, the Leis houses.
Last year all summer long, it seems to me, you could hear the carpenters hammering, sometimes in concert with the sound of farm machinery, the tinkling bells of goats grazing further up the slope and the bright sound of the church bells chiming in the bellcote of the lime-white St. Jacob’s Chapel nearby.
Legs wide apart, faces intent with concentration, but breaking into a smile if one caught their eye, the young men stood on the walls, hammering down the beams with their sledgehammers,