Spaghetti
You have to be very very careful where you walk now. Both veranda’s are covered with a super smooth and somewhat descending layer of cement, as a preparation for a layer of insulation. (It is so perfectly smooth that you crave to write your name… no, don’t do that, the men are working so hard to make this beautiful). Outside of the house the land is muddy, or covered with building stuff, rubbish. Not the right surface for trespassing on your new sneakers. But, inside the house it’s another challenge. You may trip over all the cables that lay, hang en curl around everywhere. It’s a kind of Invasion of the Body Snatchers (know your movie classics), tentacles everywhere that seem to be groping you. Just make sure to fall on your nose!
Smooth operators
Look how perfect, this is totally finished I would say. Put down a chair, a table and my coffee and we’re done!
But the whole building still needs to be wrapped up! The ceilings will be lowered, lights will be built in. Multiple sockets will be installed in the outer columns (Because there is always a risk that you do not want to get up from your lazy chair and search for electrical juice inside, you know…or maybe someone suddenly feels like mowing the lawn? You have to be prepared for everything!
Grosso modo
Floor heating. Hot and cold water. Drain. Supply. Internet. Electricity. Sockets. Power strips. Dimmers. Zones. Alarm. Extractor fan. Sun panels. Water pump. Battery. Switches. Sensors. Fuse box. Switch boards. A kind of normal person (me) would become very nervous. Chief and his wife crawl carefully through the wires in every space. They measure and indicate with orange spray paint the exact spots for light on the ceilings. “Grosso modo, grosso modo! Later I will do the fine tuning!”, cries out Chef, while his body is unstable on a very high ladder, sweating, with a felt pen, a measuring tape line and a spray can in his hands. “Only just a little bit more to the left”, shouts the wife with a growing neck hernia from constantly looking up to the ceiling. Because she holds the drawing, the numbers and quite a good eye for measurements, she thinks. “No, the other left! Now it’s too close to the curtains, and that is not good!” “Yes, but then I’ll have to relocate all the other six spots, to make sure they are all in one line!”, shouts the architect out of perfection. And this is how they passed an odd afternoon, sweating and cursing, but they end with a high five. Because the best way to imagine where and define how the lights must be situated, is while walking around yourself, in your future home.
Next the cable masters come in again, to connect all these wires. And it must be perfect because all will be covered with another layer of leca and cement, and all these spaghettis will be untouchable for ever! Grosso modo.
