The Workshop of Hope

All kinds of bobbins spin, the cogs of the wheels, locked together, turn. A waterfall of thin threads from within the dizzy, tangled skein of wool and cotton pours out onto the workshop floor. A hand — sleeveless — has pressed a button. A foot — never touching a carpet — the pedal of the great machine of work. New designs for garments, new designs for carpets, still in the making till they reach the body, till they reach the foot...