Most places rejected him immediately.
“You have experience?” one owner asked.
Daniel shook his head.
“Come back when you know something.”
Another mechanic laughed openly. “You look like a university boy. Your hands are too clean for this work.”
By the end of the week, his shoes were dusty, his shoulders ached, and his small savings were shrinking fast. But he refused to give up.
One afternoon, he stopped outside a noisy workshop on the edge of a busy road. The building was old, its roof rusted, its floor stained with oil and grease. Engines lay open on wooden benches. Metal clanged. Men in dirty overalls worked under the harsh sound of grinders and hammers.
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