lies behind our settlement of the cleanest sports ground of the city. Every morning when I Alleys between the crooked little house with the tiny front gardens run down, he's there: The man from the Paris city cleaning. It seems that he used every day a mysterious device that plays a roll, sometimes resembles a small vacuum cleaner, and are apparently the care of the sports field is.
He has an unerring sense of when I come over. Regardless of what the far end of the sports field, he is traveling and how much he employ his equipment, he can hear me, then he turns around and sticks his arm in the air as if he's tall body still wanted them with more visibility . Then his fame resounds throughout the Place and it seems to me even up the walls of adjacent buildings. Because it is crooked little house with us is only about five zwanzigstöckig in number and the rest in the plain beige held that have conceived for the local city fathers to social housing. Here aged refugees from Kosovo to see in garage-like dwellings away from open front door and the children of immigrants from North and West Africa hanging around on the street to take the time to market with all kinds of posturing.
"Hello," says the man in the street cleaning and stretched out his arm each time a little higher when he sees me. Apparently, one sees from 100 feet away, that I Am a foreigner. "Bonjour," I shout back then, at least make it a point that I am a well-integrated.
In the course of weeks, we felt closer. Times praised the sanitation man my coat, another time he asked, unnecessarily, if I were going to work. The next time he wanted to know how I earn my money.
"Aha, finances," he took my awkward explanations together dry. No, more combat unemployment, I tried to make me more attractive. Also true only approximately, but in our neighborhood with its deep divide between rich and poor as I did not want unscrupulous Banker standing there, the fear has kene destroy completely with their boundless greed simple but honest man every livelihood, although the well did not already know how to make it to the end of the month. Our settlement is sealed off the surrounding buildings and with different codes and intercom systems against all criminal elements secured from the district as in a novel by Nadine Gordimer. But sometimes I just need it on the street and since I do not want to appear as attractive prey for kidnappers. But you have to know that support more than 50% of the French manager kidnappings in the fight against globalization.
The man from the city of Cleaning was not impressed by my statements. He seemed neither Finance nor the fight to keep unemployment to productive activities and offered me instead the opportunity to begin an internship with him. I pointed out that the cleaning industry not strictly correspond to my specialization, he shall not let him. "Ça s'apprend," he encouraged me. One can learn everything. Zqhrscheinlich so I believe him so he tells me recently smaller, easier tasks. The other day he handed me a garbage can filled with leaves in the hand. I could take it on the way down and set to the curb, he said. When I get a rapid Embarking on a difficult time, he seemed to be staff management but suddenly repent waving, wild with his arms and yelled "attention, attention" until it had shrunk every last pensioners in the crooked houses from sleep.
other day he came to me at night on the streets dressed in an elegant blue overcoat and a kind of Panama hat on his head towards me and told of a mysterious sport he had just practiced on the court. At least one who benefited from his cleaning.
For the men from the social housing is not true anyway. When she last year on a beautiful Saturday afternoon in the summer, a small tournament and occasionally fought out by a teammate called out, who should get a passport, or a little cheering, the revenge of the residents came quickly and she was terrible. That same weekend, collected a neighbor with grayish color of the face and lips pinched in the street signatures for a community letter to the mayor, the driver should put an end to rampant. It did not help that I refused her my signature. Since then I have heard no more noise football.
makes seems a little house with a garden, so rare in this city also is far from happy. Not even satisfied. But this is for my neighbors, the would like to run away once a month to their income housing to fling itself on the cleanest sports ground of the city, only a small consolation.
