Eskimo

Rob was standing in the snow, he had a big green coat on. Also three pullovers, and a few layers of socks. He was still cold, but he was trying so hard to teach achritecture to the eskimo standing in front if him. The guy paid attention, he really did, but honestly? He did not care. Why would he build houses from bricks and concrete when the snow houses - called igloos, did a better job for them for hundreds of years.
Rob held papers in his hand, explaining how they should build the house. Then the eskimo got bored and Rob got left there with his toughts and ideas. He was still talking, he was so passionate about showing them everything he knew. The eskimo held the snow brick, lifted it and then put it in the ingloo which he started to build this morning, before the band's arrival. Rob looked up from the papers and had a look at the man. He looked back at Rob, their eyes met, the eskimo's face showed no emotion. Rob sighed.
- This is pointless - he said, and crumpled the blueprint. - I'm gonna write a song about this. - Then he went to find the guys. Suprisingly they already had a better relationship with he eskimos than him. Maybe they couldn't try to teach them architecture.