We reached Yonou's place. But the home, built by his grandfather, was plain on the outside, with corrugated metal shutters. Yonou wore a brown robe and clutched a string of prayer beads. He started in 1950 as an apprentice to his father. In 1978 he became one of the city's master masons.
Some people are in a big hurry.
I tell them to slow down. Bricks should fit together tightly, with as little mortar as possible between them, he said. He slapped two sneakers together so the heel of one was cradled in the instep of the other. Those who listen to their master, learn. Those who don't, don't.