Of course this is the Spanish version of ropemaking. If you prefer the American method, first, buy an enormous pickup truck and a house in the suburbs. Then plant grass. Water the grass. Mow the grass. Watch the grass turn brown. OK, forget the grass. Drive to the nearest Harbor Freight in the giant pickup truck. Buy rope.
The proper borderline boy tries to get as good at something as this guy. It doesn’t have to be bricklaying, or even construction, of course, but the search for mad skills applies to whatever you turn your mind and your hands to.
Wood has always been in short supply in his part of the world. When life gives you mud, you make bricks. You have to lay a lot of bricks to get as good at it as this fellow. You probably have to lay a lot of bricks to make any kind of living, so learning fast isn’t likely to be a problem. He got his PHD in bricklaying like a boss when most masons were still in their first-world bricklaying kindergarten.
Hoo boy, now there’s a job. A couple of jobs really. The helicopter pilot is aces, of course. Dude just hangs there. The men climbing on the high tension wires are built of different stuff than the rest of us, too. I’ll bet they get paid, man. Not as much as a Ruby on Rails developer, but pretty good, surely.