July 18th, 2008




Sunday morning, half past seven. Not a time most of us feel at their best. My day had begun two hours earlier even, I had to catch a flight. Breakfast was not available in the hotel, but after check in, after handing in my rental car, I did have some time for a muffin and some orange juice.

And there he was. Wet cloth in his hand, searching for work. The fastest employee I had seen in ages. And proud of his job! Francesco. He made me wake up. He made my day. Just by doing what they had told him to do. Clear away the mess, leave the table clean for the next customer. I didn't dare asking him to pose for a picture, but on my way to the gate, he had to take a detour as well, so luckily I was able to make a snapshot.