"Can I take a picture of you?"
Hang on, that’s my question! But okay.
“Alright, where’s your camera?
- I don't have one, I don't have a smartphone either..."
This isn't getting off to very smooth start…never mind my picture, I suggest he check out my blog and email me.
"I can't read nor write.
- Alright. You know what? I am going to take a picture of you."
His eyes light up. "Wow, thanks! I’d like to buy you a coffee, but I really have to go to work."
When I ask him what he does, his smile vanishes: "I can't tell you. I'm ashamed of it."
He says he does not like his job, that he deserves better... and I have a feeling he’s right.
"The only thing that I love about my job is that it brings me closer to great artists”. So I picture him as a Museum Angel.
We did have a good coffee break in the end… without drinking any coffee.