Green Roof

Flash memory...

At those days, a carpenter would go to a client's house for one or two weeks to do a job.
We had a carpenter doing some business at our home. He worked in a separate room on the roof of the house. "A" was dark, bald, fifty something and a smoker with brownish teeth. His unbuttoned working shirt and his trousers were always stained with spots of paint and wood glue. I used to stay with him from the morning until late afternoon watching him work. It must have been summer.
We developed a friendship (or what a 7 or 8 years old kid would qualify as a friendship). He once built a small wooden house and painted the roof in a bright green color and gave it to me as a present.
One day A had a fight with my father. I do not remember the reason but it was something related to the job he was doing. He left that day and never came back. He even left his tools case. And the cupboard, he was making, remained unfinished. I kept the green roof house in my room. It was slightly bigger than a shoes box. Later I used to put tiny toys inside so the house would feel like a real home.