søndag 17. januar 2010

The Sunday above floor-glory story

This was the day when our building's elevation finally rose over the 30 centimeters of the dressing room's ring beam. To se the main roof construction up in the air worked as a catalyzer on the entire group. In addition it gave the work site even more attention from curious bystanders and passers by.

We've all felt the time limit approaching, and been longing for a roof - which could provide shade to make the work more endurable and effective.

While the roof coloumbs and beams was raised the bricklaying of the dressing rooms walls started. This was not a flying start, even dough there was a lot of visible energy and pace. It became evident to put on the brakes when crispy dry bricks, not in level, was stacked upon each another combined with vast amounts of dry and worthless mortar. Discussions started within our group, mzungus and the local lads. In addition school teachers and boda boda drivers of the street all felt they had something to say. This frustrating exchange of meanings lasted trough out the the working day, and here is the compromised conclusion: Norwegian masonry tradition is not the same as Ugandan. The bricks and their strength are different, the mortar, or at least the view on mortar, different, the equipment are different, resulting in different technics and approaches to laying of bricks. To top of this debate on what building tradition our project was best served with, we also had Amritha in place telling how it's done in India.

To wrap it up I would like to dedicate a few lines to our precious Rune. This was the day when he was ordered to fill up our beloved generator with fuel. This generator is our only source of electricity at the site and is therefor very dear to us. Rune did as he was told and filled sweet Genny with fuel. Diesel or gasoline? That's potato potato.

This minor slip can't hide the fact that Rune now has taken the name Mr. Solid (with good reason).


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