Twenty minutes without breathing
At twelve, his father let him hold the other end of the batten. Hakon spent twenty minutes without breathing all the way, his air cut in half, watching that the bubble in the level didn't slip out from between the two lines. His father didn't correct his stance or explain anything; he went on measuring and left the batten where it was. That spirit level is the one he has now, and the first thing he takes out when he walks into a house that has gone crooked.







