I was trying to perform as best as possible. I was a boy at the time, but worked well with the sickle.
I had to gain experience as I did not have a technical education.
I have continued to work at different things, and rebuilt my home all by myself. I did it for the sake of satisfaction at doing something. I did it because I happened to be where I was.
I shot with it a lot. I still do now. That is why I am hard of hearing.
I tried a dozen different modifications that were rejected. But they all served as a path to the final design.
I'm proud of my invention, but I'm sad that it is used by terrorists.
Life can make you do many things, even kiss a man with a runny nose.
Life is composed of different inventions.
Terrorists also want to use simple and reliable arms.
The negative side is that sometimes it is beyond control.
We had grain but no mills, so I designed a special mill of wood so we could make flour.
Man keeps inventing things all the time.