The new tariffs on steel from Europe came through this week and already the factory is talking about reduced hours. Nobody tells us anything official, just the foreman's face gets tight and you know. I spent thirty years making sure my welds hold — I take pride in this, it is not nothing — and now I sit at home some days because two countries' politicians decided to have a conversation with their wallets instead of their mouths. My pension is already thin. The dacha needs a new roof this summer and I was counting on those hours. This is what happens when people who will never see the inside of a factory make decisions about factories.