Karin spies the green BBQ lighter between a stack of appliance manuals. She clicks it into the air before her and leans forward. There is a hint of a smile through the first wafts of smoke. My eyes water as I return the faulty lighter to the tin. Iâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;m still unsure exactly what Iâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;ve saved.