The children were not allowed to play around Ove’s house.
Suits preferred to live in the vicinity of other suits, Ove had come to understand.
He had nothing against that, of course—but they were the ones who had moved into his neighborhood, not the other way around.
And so, filled with a kind of strange defiance that made Ove’s heart beat a little faster for the first time in years,
he decided not to sell his house to the council. He decided to do the opposite. Repair it.
Of course, he had no idea of how to do it. He didn’t know a dovetail joint from a pot of potatoes.
Realizing that his new working hours left him entirely free in the daytime, he went to a nearby construction site and applied for a job.
He imagined this must be the best possible place to learn about building and he didn’t need much sleep anyway.
The only thing they could offer him was a laboring job, said the foreman.
Ove took it. So he spent his nights picking up litter on the line heading south out of town;
then, after three hours of sleep, he used what time remained to dart up and down the scaffolding,
listening to the men in hard hats talking about construction techniques.
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