After the death of his grandmother, the family got together to settle the estate. Without shouts, but with an almost cold precision, everyone took their part: here a piece of land, there the house, elsewhere a promise of future profits. Everything seemed to be distributed as a simple addition.
When it was the turn of the granddaughter, Lina, the notary looked up from her papers and announced in an even tone what she would receive: an old spring mattress, stored in the attic.
A heavy silence filled the room. An uncle let out a smile. An aunt looked away, as if embarrassed. Someone even whispered that this "bric-a-brac" should end up in the trash, and that we better get Lina something really useful.
- Relatives shared their possessions and projects without hesitation.
- Lina has only inherited an object forgotten in the attic.
- The malaise was visible... But she refused to give in.
Against all odds, Lina said no. No complaint, no scene: simply a clear refusal. She retrieved the mattress, had it loaded and took it home.
A modest workshop, a very specific idea
Lina's daily life was spent in a small workshop where familiar smells floated: old wood, wax, dust and cooled coffee. Everywhere, chairs and chests of drawers were waiting for her to give them a second life. She worked carefully, but the orders were not regular and the money was still limited.
The mattress invaded almost the entire floor as soon as she put it down. It was cumbersome, dirty, worn to the core. Still, Lina convinced herself that she could at least salvage some of the upholstery for her restorations.
