Dad would sit with his top off has and weave a basket. It was during the rainy days that baskets of all size were mad in my family. Dad said the secret of beautiful baskets lay in the preparation of the bamboo strips. He made me a birdcage from some ivory-colored bamboo.The cage door was left wide open because I didn’t have a bird yet to go inside it. Dad was afraid I wasn’t skillful to look after those delicate little creatures. Just imagine there already was a bird in the cage, Dad said. I said I could see it and it was a red bird with blue wings and bright eyes and a big appetite. Dad said it sounded like a divine bird.