As soon as I came up with the idea for this site, I
began to rummage through old trunks and drawers looking for objects and
documents that could help me out.
What I ended up with was 30 years of history: old
photos, patent requests and many old pipes. The pipes that my father
used to smoke.
In the workshop, old cardboard boxes gone yellow
concealed yet other pipes. Some in perfect shape, still perfectly polished
and with just a thin layer of dust on them, while others remained
unfinished and seemed to have stayed like that on purpose, waiting to
witness the development of Becker pipes.
So, I came up with the idea of this small, personal museum.