First thing in the morning after I was  walking down to the village and ask for the blacksmith. I had breakfast in a local bakery and the baker wrote me down in a piece of paper the address of the blacksmtihand, which was the same that a taxi driver confirmed few moments later, Tourist Street. It didn’t take me too long to find Mohammed, the only blacksmith of Wadi Musa. Surprisingly he had a good level of English, he explained to me that he started work in the workshop recently, after his father’s death. Apparently, the designer of the “cursy” stool was his father, Malik, who taught his son the art of working with metal. He only used four identical bended steel tubes, with a weld in the upper and lower part of the legs. Only the metal structure is sold, without the intertwined part, which is a task of those who acquire it.