Sharpened the knife the boy broke back in puerto varas and the thing works nicely:
I had the idea the old kids didn't have enough money to buy rasps and shit, so they needed to make do.
There is a moment, as you work your way through the fiber, that you mind starts to be those fibers, and you know in your fingers which way to cut
and it's fun. Your forearm gets a bit tired though.
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