Sometimes the only way to save someting is the hostile takeover.
From one of business trips I brought back the wooden window frame. In small village near Kielce there was an old rural cottage ready for demolition, with collapsed roof and broken windows.
One of the window frames was still hanging on the last hinge. This little piece of history, covered with four layers of oil-colour paint was waiting for it’s end.
I couldn’t just walk away and forget about it, so I decided to save it and give it a new use-value.
And this is how the window frame become a mirror.
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