My neighbour from across the street was always sitting behind his desk.
When I would wake up, he was sitting there and when I would go to bed he was still sitting there. So I began to wonder what he was doing, and pretty soon I was creating a fictitious life around him.
I thought by myself that he would be a writer because he was always surrounded by books. And somehow I strongly had the feeling that he was from Afghanistan, maybe it had to do with his hair.
So I took an encyclopedia and sculptered a house in the section which tells us about Afghanistan.
27 cm x 18 cm/ 10,6 x 7,1 inches (book)
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