Every weekend for as long as I can remember, my father would get up on a Saturday, put on a worn sweatshirt and he'd scrape away at the squeaky old wheel of a house that we lived in.
Tous les week-ends, aussi loin que je m'en souvienne, mon père se levait le samedi, enfilait un vieux pull et il décapait la vieille maison grinçante dans laquelle nous vivions.