Once upon a time, while sitting in an airport in Bucharest…
Great start to a story, isn’t it? I should follow up with a tale of espionage, intrigue, fast cars, and spiffy accents.
Except, I’m me.
Once upon a time, while sitting in an airport in Bucharest waiting for my flight, I observed two men toiling at a job both menial and fraught with danger.
They were window washers…sort of. (more…)