Who knows... coincidences? In another work-related experience of a few months, I find myself in Lodz, Poland. This city, greatly affected by the worst parts of World War II, is now experiencing strong growth. It leaves behind a monumental and splendid cotton mill, completely revitalized for commercial purposes. Many of the workers there were Jewish. In one area, there is a magnificent textile museum with original machinery, some of which still functions for demonstrations. For an eye attentive to detail, the beauty of the metal cannot be ignored. Over time, it takes on incredible colors: stained with oil, cloth dust, gears worn by endless processes. A tribute to all of this.