Often, I've been asked whether I'd consider settling down abroad (of course, no one is referring to Burma, Kenya or Mexico, when they ask this sort of question. If you want to migrate, you're supposed to want to live in places like the USA, the UK, Australia, maybe some of the European nations, the UAE, even).
Usually, I have the same answer - I don't want to live in a country that has no cobblers.
I have this theory about society and repairing - a country is known not only by its leaders and its working-men, but also through its repair-men (or women).
A cobbler makes them re-usable: the things we had once liked and wanted to have.
A cobbler extends the life of something that has served us well.
A cobbler represents what my country is all about: a cobbled-together entity, a much-damaged, worn-out thing that is sometimes ugly, with mis-matched bits of leather or different colours of thread, but which functions in its own way and is made more interesting with age.
I like to think that we are a culture of repair - we sew things, we patch things, we try to undo damage, we cling to the old and try to keep the old going as long as they will serve our purpose, without embarrassing or hurting us...
We're a country with cobblers.
And I refuse to move to any place that does not allow us our cobblers, our repairers of damage.and breakage.