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10 minutes after doing my job on the roof – taping in preparation for painting – I had to get back down. I was two stories high, plus a ledge – I had just thrown an old motor off the roof to the ground, watching as it fell, hit the ground and the vibrations shook the land around the impact zone – vibrating the little rocks around it into the air for what seemed like much longer than it really was.
That’s when, for the first time I had to wait before getting down.
I actually made a call to Simon to see if he can come by the put up a ladder on the shorter side of the building, so I can get down.
He did not answer.
I wandered about the roof for a few minutes, sat on the ledge for a few more before my hand gripped the aluminum and I made my way down.
It was an interesting experience – this feat. It was paralyzing, though I knew it was unreal. Yet, I knew I had to give it time to pass before heading down.
That was yesterday.
Today, I was perched on a scaffolding some 32 meters above the hard ground below without a second though in a position a multitude more precarious than yesterday – with more in my hands and more at stake.