I wiped off the sweat from forehead and brushed away the flies. It was a hot day in July 1969 and the other boys just turned around to invite me to go swimming. Sorry, no time, I have to finish my work.Now it was completed my first handmade log cabin. I was only 15 and my father had told me how to peel and treat the trunks, how they were placed and jointed together. Proudly I looked at my work and my father proudly smiled as well.