When I told my 9 year old my dream last week, he just laughed. He laughed and I laughed, from somewhere very deep inside. Which was refreshing. This was my dream:
The room had no windows but was warm and very humid having been freshly plastered. The ceiling was vaulted and the walls were still the colour of a milky mocha.
It was just the two of us on the job. My colleague was doing the woodwork and I was doing the mudwork.
He was telling me how he also did plastering. So I asked him what he thought the surface area of the room was.
He said about thirty two square metres.
I was thinking how I would have said exactly the same.
I asked him how long it would take for him to plaster such a room.
He said two days. Which is how long I would also take.
So I said to him "How much would you charge?"
Without hesitation, he parked his tools and looked me straight in the eyes.
"That depends on whether you're a Christian, a soldier or a Jew".
