of window washers were hanging from the 19th floor of a 20-storey hotel close to my office. I was on my way to buy lunch when this sight caught my attention. Forgetting about lunch, I sat and waited for them to either be pulled up or rappel down from their height. What I found funny was that for almost the entire hour that I was there watching them, they never moved, not up nor down, nor to the next window. They just hung there, perfectly content and perfectly at ease. And I watched them, perfectly fascinated.
I wondered what else besides economics would interest or compel someone to take up that kind of work. To spend almost the entire day, moving from square to square, washing away the dust and the dirt from outside the window of an entire building, only to start again one you've reached the last one. And this wasn't even a remarkably high building. Imagine doing this to those gravity-defying high rises.
I wondered mostly at the stories they can tell, the sights they've seen, and the lives they've gotten glimpses of. Do they feel a thrill every time they hoist themselves up there at the start of the workday? Do they bother to turn around just to appreciate the view around them? Is there a sense of excitement that mounts as they move up from level to level?
I'd like to give it a try just to answer these questions. Wouldn't that be...?
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