A Working Neighbor
The sunlight was perfectly hitting his back so I aimed the camera at him. He noticed me and smiled. He asked me to take a picture of him so I got closer to ask what he was doing with just the broom brush on his hand. Although I had some trouble understanding his accent, he was able to show me how the drain in front of a flat’s door had clogged, therefore he was sweeping the water out of the way. His hand was quite dirty and his smile was clean and permanent. I was amazed to find out that it wasn’t even his flat’s door, he lived on the floor below. It didn’t seem like it was his job, as he had no proper tools for it, nor a conventional uniform as the construction workers on the building behind were using. But it seemed like he was proud of the work he was doing.
I gave him my broom and he made sure he remember my flat’s number by repeating it a couple of times. Later, when I came back home, the broom was there.
London, April 2023