It happened some years ago on a deserted street in Rome. It was a hot
sunny afternoon. A woman was walking down the street, shopping bags in
her hands, whistling a tune to herself, when she noticed a group group
of labourers breaking stones by the roadside. Clack-clack ...
clack-clack ... they went as their hammers pounded on the stones,
splitting them into smaller and smaller bits.
Intrigued, the woman went up to one of the workmen and asked him what he was doing. 'Can't you see?' came the rather terse reply , as the man looked up and wiped the sweat from his brow. 'I am breaking stones.'
Intrigued, the woman went up to one of the workmen and asked him what he was doing. 'Can't you see?' came the rather terse reply , as the man looked up and wiped the sweat from his brow. 'I am breaking stones.'
