The hash factory and the annoying neighbour
I was spending some days with Veronica in Vega de Pas, a Cantabrian village where her mother’s family came from. Vega de Pas is one of the three villages composing what we know as Villas Pasiegas. The village is situated among mountains loaded with pastures and its gastronomy, especially mountain’s coked and young lamb, apart from cheese pies and local bums attract many visitors all seasons. There are very beautiful places of exuberant vegetation and three rivers of generous flow very clean too.
Veronica’s house was in the place where the church and the council were, just beside this at one side and the tavern at the other. There were more, taverns I mean, but it was only coming out of the house and coming in. We were in always, just outside or close to it. In the morning, at midday’s and lunch times we were there too, but from five in the evening we were there always, until two or three in the night.
The atmosphere there was always friendly, in spite of the large quantity of alcohol consumed, and we had really funny times. I did not drink, I did smoke hash. I had been smoking hash since very young, and although I used to drink now and then I had always given up. As I say the atmosphere was sane and we smoke discreetly. Friends there told me to smoke joints naturally, as if they were cigarettes, but taking care not to pass them on openly when in sight of villagers passing by and people who could see it. I had brought a piece of hash with me for days I was going to be there, but it turned out the one they had got was of an extraordinary quality, supplied without any cost to all smokers I met there by a policeman, Agustín his name, who went on being one more of the gang meeting at the tavern, and who by the way didn’t drink or smoke.
One night we were as usual seated on the stone benches just beside the tavern and we saw someone no doubt a foreigner trying to calm down a child of about four to whom he held in his arms and the child could not stop shouting. We could understand they were both using the English language. The child didn’t want to go to sleep and the father was saying there were no boys to play with at such late time. The foreigner as we had presumed was English and his name was Robin. Tall, very tall, and indeed too very slim, fair haired and pale of colour, physical look typical of many Englishmen. With proper adult’s schemes trying to persuade children we succeeded in convincing the child to go with Robin to sleep. He told us he would like to know us better next day, he felt a little alone, his wife couldn’t come to spend some days with him and the child for working reasons. He said he was very grateful to us and they went away down the road the child already asleep in his arms.
When we met next day he asked us to take care of the child every a few minutes while coming in the tavern for his 40 pesetas wines. On seeing us smoking hash he was very interested in trying it. He was already a little stone from his wines and after some puffs of hash joints he became gayer and talkative. He had studied philosophy in Lahore, Pakistan, and in Manchester, England. He was an English teacher and had high level contracts and clients. He lived in Madrid. Praised the way of life in Spain. When he was told the hash we smoked was provided by Agustín, a policeman who was talking and smiling to him at that moment, he confessed to him it had been many years since he last smoked a joint, he said he had been a big smoker, and tried many kinds of hash, good, very good and excellent. He classified the one there of highly hallucinating. Obvious, after five or six wine glasses and some joints’ puffs, everybody knows, the imagination runs freely and as a general rule everyone rather talks nonsense. That day the one who wanted to go to sleep soon was his child. He made conversation longer because he was having good time, but time came he could no longer stay and before saying goodbye he asked Agustín if he could give him a small piece to smoke at dawn, to feel its effects plainly, that he liked to contemplate the sun rising, above all because of the enchanting village landscapes and the spirituality conveyed at that paramount and ecstatic moment, and he was sure the rapture of hash would help him to reach a complete peace with himself during the vision, and besides what he had smoked had provoked him to laugh and feel happy, so he was sure the rapture of pure hash at dawn would contribute to some moments of great merriness, for the effects he felt then were no doubt altered by mixing with alcohol. Philosopher. What someone has to do to get a small stone.
Since then we met every day during time we were there, at the tavern, of course, and he was friendlier with me from the start when I said to him I had studied English in England, especially more when he realised my literature’s knowledge allowed him to go deep into details, what he was very grateful about, even rather a necessity. We soon went into the habit of digressing among hash smoke, and not only about literature but about other business also. We agreed in meeting in Madrid when back after holidays.
As it is logical, having both likings and hobbies coincidental, once back in Madrid we used to meet often. He introduced to me his wife, Amparo, who professed same affinities too. We called at each other’s houses to proudly show our libraries, seeking for authors, titles and interesting books and reading our own to agreeably surprise. We always talked about literature mostly, because we all three used to write with no great ambitions but with enthusiasm, gifted each other with books or lent them, were present together to poetical recitals and meetings with other people who did writings too. To shorten a little about preferences they liked and wrote poetry and essays mainly and I was completing a small book of short stories and sometimes did essays too. To be precise and sincere, hoping not to hurt Robin poet’s real feelings, he sometimes became really a bore, especially when drunk or hung up or both, for he insisted in harping on reciting his own poems once and again, which contained also a large profusion of words searched carefully for, quite a lot indeed. Amparo instead used to give me to read hers very seldom. And now and then we scored a piece of hash for each other. We were close friends since then.
They changed from a place to another several times, each time to more affordable ones, due to teachers’ and translators’ contracts going down, and therefore their income as well. As the situation was very likely to be going on the same they finally went to live at grandmother’s with Óscar their son, and soon after decided to come back to England and settle down some place. He was first in going to England to look for a house where to lead an easier and more comfortable life and, if possible, with no tightness, taking advantage of the English law that grants the right to a house to all English citizens who have got none.
For two years was Robin living in different places of England and came twice to Spain to spend some days. In this period I went on in touch with him, for we used to speak on the phone now and then and we met up when he came the two times. Besides, of course, I went on seeing Amparo to exchange books and to have coffee or tea and chatter. Speaking with Robin I knew they have offered him a house in Sheffield, fourth town in England as for number of inhabitants, which pleased him more than all the previous he had been at. A few days later I spoke to him again and he was already established at his new house in Sheffield and invited me to visit him for the time I wished to. Amparo went there several times, though for some days only, because her work obliged her to do these like lightning trips. Robin came too and told marvels about his new house in Sheffield. This was situated in the surroundings of the city, a quiet area with beautiful forests just a hundred meters from the house. Apart from the house the government provided him of an income support to cover his basic needs, for this is also something English Government grants all English citizens who have not any income.
I wished to go to visit Robin and spend some time at his place. Finally Amparo and me agreed in going together and spend the whole summer in Sheffield. Óscar was twelve then and didn’t want to live in England, though he had been there with them several times, but remain at grandmother’s in Madrid. We flew over to Liverpool from Madrid, and then took the train to Sheffield, where we expected Robin at the train station, but he couldn’t be at the station when our train arrived, so we took a taxi to get to the house. Robin was polite as always, although I was not able to clear up the phlegmatic cloud which encircles most of English people.
Before going there and during our last telephone conversations, he used to speak to me in key about the plants he was growing, and I didn’t understand him well at all because he wasn’t clear enough. The outdoor ones grew up naturally, rain and sun were all they need and were plethoric. The indoor ones, instead, required special care and in spite of the cost of this special care he hoped to place them in the plants exotic market. I did understand this but not all the rest because he rambled pretending I should catch his complex explanations not letting the policemen who had intervened his phone could make out anything. What I was indeed sure of was that the policemen could not but do not doubt about what Robin was involved in.
After diner Robin showed me the whole house. In the biggest room in an upper storey he had a wardrobe and a cupboard plenty of already grown up marijuana plants from which he expected to obtain a decent salary with no big effort but with dedication, and besides this assigned a portion for his own consumption with no cost. When he finished to explain in detail all the process the plants required, light hours, liquids they needed to have a fast and copious harvest, which had to be measured with exactitude, temperature and little tricks and so on, he went to withdraw the curtains of the big window which covered a good space of the room’s wall, though they were already withdrawn, and I dare say consciously too, and then he looked at me intensely and asked if it smelled much to grass. I told him it did and at once his countenance changed completely, from expectant to alarmed and asked if much. I told him it did a little but not much. Then he went again to touch the curtains uselessly and after that he took a very odorous vaporizer and was going round and round the room spraying the vaporizer and saying it shouldn’t smell to nothing. Seeing him in such a state of agitation I said to him it was logical it had to smell a little. He then said he had to use a daily vaporizer and had to reinforce the windows with rubber not to let go smell to anything at all. And now? I replied it smelled a lot to the vaporizer’s peculiar odour and added I saw him too worried. You know what’s the matter? I knew I awaited a revelation of importance, by his way of looking at me more than anything else.
Well, it turned out one morning someone knocked on his door and she was her neighbour from the next house. After saying good morning she unexpectedly asked if he was growing grass. He replied at once he was not, why she was asking. Then she told him she could recognise grass scent from all scents human sense of smell can register. He assured her he was not growing it and even did not smoke it either. He was frightened. She remained staring at him fixedly for an instant, and then very determinedly she threated him to call the police if he didn’t take measures to avoid the grass scent reaching her place, that he should be growing because the scent was unmistakable, and that this was so since he was living here, that she wouldn’t like to have to do it but she had a thirty-five years old son to whom the odious scent annoyed sovereignly, and also on top of that she would be compelled to do it because his son Andrew was disgracefully mental unhealthy and could not bear the scent, complained and even provoked to him choleric paroxysms.
He kept looking at me with circumstance’s face, of course, and I could not but laugh a little, although I had to make an effort to restrain, and to feign also I asked him if he had had more problems since then. He gestured of disgust and moved his hands to mean: And enormous. I remained silent waiting how the business continued.
The neighbour was gone and he took big care to cancel the window with rubber not to let any scent escape, and bought vaporizers he uses constantly since then. Nothing happened for some days. Until another day someone knocked on the door and when he opened it they were two policemen. They went directly to the grain. They said her neighbour had called them because from his house a skunk scent to grass reached hers. He told them he did not grow it nor smoke it either. Perhaps he put in the leg, he said to me, for he should only tell them he didn’t smoke it. They asked politely if they could take a look inside, but didn’t wait for him to respond. They came in and took a look everywhere downstairs and in the backyard. Then they said they wanted to take a look upstairs. He took the lead and showed them back rooms and bathroom. The big room was closed and they asked him why. He was really very lucky. Amparo was sleeping. She had gone to bed a little before and didn’t get to know anything. She was dozed off. He begged she wouldn’t awake that moment. Speaking to them beside the room’s door he said to them in low voice that his wife was having a siesta, that she was Spanish, and that they for sure knew what happens with the Spanish siesta habit, what special you are and the respect one has to have to people at it. And this saved him at that moment, for the policemen looked at each other with acquiescence and finally they went away not without warning me they would be back no letting every spot exhaustively examined if my neighbour complained again or denounced me, since grass growing and consuming was punished by law.
You know, he continued, we dealing with this, though I at small scale always have, rather suffer from paranoia of being constantly alert of police prosecution. And it is not I consider myself an out of law, but in fact I must be careful because I could get into trouble. I am really a bit scared.
It was quite late already, and although none of us had to get up early we three were tired. Robin gave me some buds for me to try them and I went to my bedroom. They went to sleep. Instead I had to put my things in the wardrobe yet. I did it quickly and then I rolled up a joint of what Robin gave me. After smoking and even tired I didn’t want to sleep, rather than that I could not, so I spent more than an hour to examine the books they had in my room and read for a while. At last, I fell asleep at about four.
I spent more than three months in Sheffield with them. Day by day became a routine but not boring. Sometimes Robin and I had long walks throughout near forests and also we often went downtown by train or bus, frequently to visit and lend a hand to an anarchist group who had squatted an old university building and were litigating about it by then. Soon after I was back in Spain I got to know the squatters had won the trial against the university since the building had been passed on to them many years ago to be used as educational centre and could not be sold to put it down and build a private block of flats as the university pretended.
In the living-room there was a big table where they both had a computer each. I could only use Robin’s when he was not. Neither Robin nor I could use Amparo’s for she was afraid she would lose all the information she stored in it by our carelessness or awkwardness. I spent some time every day writing and translating my tales beside her on the computers but we talked little, for she had to cope with long and difficult translations, until Robin’s failed and we couldn’t use it anymore. Although we met often in the house and exchanged some words now and then she made a life almost apart from ours. I usually went to bed later than them and read and wrote in my room, listening to the music and smoking the grass Robin gave me every day.
Routine became also Robin’s custom of touching the curtains senselessly and spread everywhere in the room the vaporizer’s fragrance after dedicating some time, in fact on morning and afternoon seasons, to plants care, as if he would avoid with it the scent not escaping from the room, and asking me after this if it smelled much. Knowing he was going to ask me after it had happened quite a lot of times already and to avoid he having me then waiting in the room to say it smelled the same, that is, to vaporiser’s fragrance, I used to go to my room. But even so he always used to come to my room a little after and ask me to go with him to the big room again to see if it smelled less.
I was intrigued with the neighbour’s affair and especially with Andrew, of course. When coming out of the house by the front door I always looked at the neighbour’s, but I never saw anybody. However, one day I was looking through my room’s window, which overlooked to street houses’ back gardens and I saw to whom should be Andrew in the next house back garden, and realised he was him for sure, for he was looking everywhere with hallucinating face. He seemed to me a strange type indeed and more yet when he suddenly looked at my window intensely for some seconds and unexpectedly he went away running into his house as if he was scared, though I don’t know if he saw me at all. I told Robin at once. He asked me to describe him the type. He said he was him, he was Andrew. I said in joke I was sure, I would even prefer it. We commented it had been like an apparition because I’ve had never seen him so far and it had been more than a month since I was there. Robin didn’t know anything, whether he lived next door or somewhere else, if he came now and then either. He had seen him twice in the next house front garden from the big room’s window, when this hadn’t got curtains or soundproof rubber either and was wide open every day letting the skunk odour of grass flood away, oriented always same as the wind, towards the house next door. Both times on seeing Robin leaning on the windowsill he went into his house hurriedly like panicked.
After this chatter between us Robin’s reaction was alarming, for he went to look through my bedroom's window and then through the big room's upstairs. He lingered for a moment while looking furtively hidden behind the curtain and he said There they are. I then listened a woman shouting Hey, you! Yes, you! Don't hide because I've seen you! Robin remained icy without daring to hide. Shit, he said, and held the curtain drawn back a little just to see. We are going away, we heard the woman saying. Shit, said Robin again. You won't see a hair of us for some time, but we don't want to smell nothing rare when we come back. She stood in Robin's front garden, just under the big room's window. D'you hear me?, she asked. We don't want to smell that damned marijuana. So you know already, you are warned. The big cow, said Robin drawing the curtain. Shit, he said again while looking at every spot as though seeking for a place to escape through. Now everyone knows I'm growing marijuana. After this I went to my bedroom and started to laugh thinking about Robin's and Andrew's faces and at what the situation was. Robin could not but hear my strenuous laughter I wasn’t able to restrain, because furthermore the fact is I had had also a big marijuana joint a little before just when I was beside my window and had seen Andrew, and he came into my room and asked if I was crazy, that we were in a difficult situation.
And so much, for the plants had finally grown up as much as they could and harvest time had come. Now we had to cut out the entire boughs in the two little rooms so that buds should dry in some days. As we couldn’t take anything for our own consumption because the whole production was assigned to a buyer, Robin got some grass from a friend for us to have something to smoke. A week later, when buds in the boughs were dried already he said to me next day they would bring us several bags with hash plants for us to make acorns by the traditional method. Actually, because it hadn’t been possible early in the morning, the guys in the van with hash plants came at midday, worst time, and stationed just at our front door. As it had been raining for the last days and was raining still at that moment, bags weighed a lot for they were full of soaked plants. Besides they brought two electric grinder arms, three buckets and several bags with netted filters at their bottom, to obtain liquid hash and turn it into a solid block when filtered, after submitting the plants to a big effort of grinding with the electric arms, mixing them up in the buckets with measured water and a lot of ice. So much fear Robin had of this clandestine activity which conveyed the use of using electric grinder arms that he used to get angry with me and himself too when we made a lot of noise and sometimes he asked me to stop grinding and keep silence in case we heard voices from the house next door.
Well, when there were only a few days ahead before my coming back to Spain Robin told me they had offered him a new business relating to the same affair and he was thinking about it, but he would have to decide it soon. A day before my back flight the same guys arrived in the van and two cars, at worst time possible, which is midday of course, since they couldn’t have come early in the morning, and stationed just at our front door, and they were for a good while taking some parcels up to the big room upstairs, some quite big and strangely shaped, apart from others which should be tubes or cables or simple pieces necessary in order to compose a set.
That day they had also come to collect twenty acorns Robin and I had made. Apart the good bit Robin got from the whole production we had some acorns left also for us to smoke and a new process of growing with the new plants began in the little rooms. Guys went away hurriedly again. When we went upstairs to the big room I asked him what it all was and what was he going to do with it. He answered solemnly it was a bullfighting place, and then corrected himself and said it was like a bullfighting place. It was a hash factory one eighty meters high and three of diameter, with which he might get between two and three kilograms at every sieve, after having to fill the bullfighting place of plants and use an enormous tank of hundreds of litters of water one eighty meters high and one of diameter, with which provoke disturbances by shaking the plants, with two quite big long and gross tubes connected one to an electric plug and another to an entry into the place.
Robin was very nervous but the factory would procure him a high amount of money, let it be said among us. I also knew he had in mind the troublesome Andrew all day, and his mother too, and so did I, and what was worse yet, the police as well, and so did I. I kept looking at him for a moment and wanted to tell him that if he was worried because of the grass scent which reached Andrew’s nose, he would be more worried still making noise with all factory elements working, but what I did was to ask him if it was not a little risk to mount the hash factory due to the situation, that he had to be careful with the police, that I had not the intention to scare him, of course, but that it was something he’d have to take into account.
He said he had to run the risk, that they were going to give him a good dough for the business and didn’t think the factory would be too noisy while working, that he thought the neighbours were not in since some days ago, for he hadn’t heard noises nor seen any movements either, that when he knew they were home he wouldn’t give them reasons to suspect and that he had also thought to soundproof the room entire, and finished saying he had obviously to be discreet. Then I saw again in my mind the shadows of the guys who had brought the factory elements when they went away from the house hurriedly, in stampede, at midday, the worst time, in a plethoric sunny day and get on the van and cars, parked just in front of the house, where another one of the gang had remained to watch over.
For two hours I helped him to mount the bullfighting place till we realised we had done it wrongly. The pieces didn’t match. We stood there for some moments looking at it and thinking why we couldn’t have done it right and how could it be possibly done. Well, I was leaving early in the morning next day anyway but I almost really suffered thinking my friend Robin might see himself very soon surrounded by a group of policemen in the room, he and they with a face of doing an important professional job, nobody needing explanations. At the same time I could not but laugh a little imagining the situation. He had obviously gone crazy, I thought. A philosopher aged sixty trying to get extra money this way. Somehow, I said to myself why not, since his pension was very short. But on second thoughts I well knew he had really gone crazy.
I got ready my luggage and my travel bag. Three times Robin came to my room to offer me buds to take with me to Madrid. I told him I would not, that it was a risk, that they could check me out at the airport and I’d get into trouble. Finally what I did was remaining sleepless smoking and watching television all night. In the morning Amparo and Robin got up early to come with me to Sheffield’s train station, from where I’d go to Liverpool to take the plane. Before coming out of the house he asked me once more if I was sure I didn’t want to take with me some grass to have a smoke when back in Madrid. I told him I would not again, that I was sure. On coming out from the house to the station I looked backwards to their house and to the neighbour’s too and to my surprise I saw there was someone in the neighbour’s kitchen window, for there was light movement of the curtains and this someone who was there yet was for sure our Andrew. I told Amparo and Robin Andrew was watching us from his window and Robin warned us to keep on walking as if nothing happened and to me not to look back again, that a simple detail like that might make furious anyone being in his neighbour’s state of mind and complicate things so.
While breakfasting the three of us in a station cafeteria waiting for the train that would take me to Liverpool and that was delayed according to the information boards I realised Robin wanted to say something to me, though we were using pure formulas very common in these occasions. It seemed by the way he looked at me what he wanted to say to me couldn’t wait. You know what? He asked at last. What? I asked. You shouldn’t have told me Andrew was at the window. I asked him why. I knew he was frightened and couldn’t put away from his mind the bothersome neighbour and in fact I had in mind both, though not together but always. Amparo kept staring at him in surprise. He finally said, realising no doubt his strange comment: Never mind. Forget it.
When I arrived at Liverpool’s John Lennon airport everything looked normal, but on going towards the gate to the plane I found myself trapped in a police control that obliged all passengers to empty all our pockets and travel bags after trespassing two detectors, for there was no other but bomb warning. It was a good thing I didn’t want to take no grass at all in the plane, I said to myself while a policeman checked me out exhaustively in a big room illuminated by very powerful focuses that didn’t allow anybody to see well and plenty of policemen, soldiers and dogs. What would’ve happened to me? Because they would find it out, for sure they would.
I phoned him from Madrid next day but we couldn’t speak much for he was busy. I phoned him again a few days later after having smoked a couple of joints. I told him about the airport. I realised he was hung up too, not only for his hung up voice but his saying to me I was very lucky. I asked him how things went with them. As he was already beginning to quote some verses he had recently polished and titles of new ones, I had to shorten and asked suddenly how the plants were going like. What plants? Robin asked. Garden’s and exotics, I said. Well, well, he said. It’s been big big trouble. We had to pull them away. Actually, Robin pulled away all the garden plants because Andrew personally went to knock hardly on their door and warned him he’d call the police, since he couldn’t stand the skunk scent any longer, and Robin said they had just come back from the doctor, and this have told them Amparo was allergic to plants and therefore they were obliged to released of them all, that in fact they would start to pull them away gardens’ ones in some minutes. Andrew looked at him crossly and went away in a hurry talking nonsense. But later the two same policemen who had been there before went to his place when he had already taken off the garden ones. And of course he showed them a medical report they got thanks to a friend doctor who put down stamp and signature, that certified Amparo suffered from plants allergy and that was why he had to pull them all away, and that she was convalescent in her room. This time the trick succeeded again, because the report mentions Amparo’s state symptoms: very high fever, quivering, eruptions in all her body’s skin, and also recommends absolute repose. What about the exotics? Well, you know, he said. I wasn’t sure how much I’d get from it, I’m not happy with what I got, but next time it’ll be different, because I’ve come to an agreement with the buyer and it’ll depend on the plants kind. Did you get the job at the factory? I asked. What? He asked. The job they offered you at the factory. I don’t know what you are talking about... Oh, well... Sorry. I’d forgotten, he said and laughed as if I’d been really shrewd speaking in key. I can’t do the job alone, it’s impossible. I’ve done it only once so far and I had to be helped by two friends. And so figures are not the same, you know. By the way, casually, he told me he’d done some little works in the room, soundproofing it completely so that music couldn’t be heard by neighbours and these would not complain. He had changed the window also, which now hadn’t got cracks at all, for not having problems. That I knew. And he was at this. He’s gone crazy, I thought.
After being both silent for a few seconds, he asked: Do you know what? What? Amparo will go abroad for six months in some twenty days. Where to? She’s going to stay in Argentina to solve a family business. Then he said I may go to his house in Sheffield again whenever I wanted to. He knew I liked the city and have had enjoyed it. My company had been positive for them and were very grateful to me for this. We shall be alone as long as you stay. We may take long walks through forests you know and others you do not. Use Amparo’s computer or my new one, which is much better than old one. And you can help me with factory jobs as well. The two of us are a good team, are we not? I kept silence not having any idea what to say. Well, I said at last. I’ll have to think about it. Just suggesting that I should take a girl with me to have the siesta, don’t you think so? There was a few seconds pause. I hadn’t thought about that, he said. Well, I said, in fact the two of us need a girl having a siesta anyway, no doubt. I think, he said after a brief silence moment, she must be accomplice in the business and as they’ll probably know Amparo is not here we may say she’s your wife or fiancée. Of course, we can allege she’s Spanish and having her siesta at that moment and perhaps it won’t raise suspicions same situation once more. Though I don’t think you ought to say to them again how specials we Spanish are and the respect one should have for us when we’re at it. They could take offense and get pissed off even. I can understand you have been with us more than three months with no female company and it is logical it could’ve been boring, that our company was not enough, he added trying to be sympathetic and starting to laugh. I think we’re tangling up about something that could be not necessary. There is always the possibility of half walling in the door in such a way we may come in and out easily and tell them if in need of we are restoring the room. I don’t know, I said. Are you sure it’ll work?
I took heed both of us were too hung up and we could not only understand each other but there was not any possibility to.
-Are you trying to say the girl must know how to do a fine siesta? Is it not enough to warn her to feign when needed?
-And what if she is not in when necessary?
-We cannot oblige her to be home always.
-And what does she help us to if she is not in when most needed?
Then there was a silence rather due to the sheer awkwardness we both were showing in such conversation proper of hung up people and not waiting for him to make another question similar to last which could choke me it occurred to me to ask him why not hire a house near to his and care oneself of his siestas, his plants and his restorations. I didn’t give him time to respond. I put down the receiver carelessly, with apathy, thinking: He has become mad. I think he doesn’t know what to say not what to do either, nor how one must any or other. I fell asleep quickly forgetting to mention again Andrew, policemen and factories.
