The Fitting fits.

Apart from epileptic fits, there are other fits, fits of anger, and of course the fitting fits, the drudgery of filing down a channel of iron.

For years, I pondered on why innocent freshers are caught to do this and then realized it all, all about Bonn and the German Unification.

As I tune the winds of change by Scorpions, I realize that I have fled Indian shores to the west and the Iron Curtain is left behind, I will never encounter any more communist iron in some strange time capsule in Munich, or the Russian Red again!

But to expect innocent freshers at the fitting workshop, donning ‘khakis’ is extremism, still practiced all summer. Why, I still don’t understand.

Finally I graduated, to 3D printing! and it was a sign of relief.