In front of the counter of a blacksmith shop full of small ancient Greek statuettes, there are two young black men. The man on the right is sitting crouched, curled up in a small, old-fashioned metal basin. He has his gaze fixed on the bottom and with one hand he grabs his hip forming a muscular flesh right angle. A little next to him, the other man is standing on a wooden ladder, almost naked. Holds a pot. Looking down at the man bowing in front of him, he reaches out and shakes his head with water.

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