HOÀN THÀNH
Old Painting Restoration Workshop
At six o'clock in the morning, the first sunlight of the day shined through the north window of Bach Nien workshop, just as my grandfather always told me: "The workshop door must face north, son. The north sun is not harsh, does not change color all day long, so that your eyes can't be deceived when looking at the paintings." To Mien Thu stood in the middle of the old wooden room, taking a deep breath of the smell of linseed oil, pine varnish and the faint musty smell of paper mache that had stuck to every fiber of the wall for sixty years. That smell, to outsiders, may just be an old, unpleasant smell. To her, it's the smell...
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