“Not one of them is Italian!”
“None of them?”
It seems not. Except the “foreman” or someone like that. Or, at least, he speaks Italian.
I ask what they are. I am told Romanian. Ah yes, of course.
There are lots of tut-tutting and shaking of heads. What is the world coming to?
I say that this is similar to the UK. A lot of builders are Polish or Romanian (I have read).
Except that, as an immigrant myself, I don’t tut-tut nor shake my head. I also know that there are many Italians who would rather not do this type of work – carrying heavy windows up the stairs, balancing precariously on the ledge where the old window was whilst fitting the new window. And, anyway, these people will be cheaper, I’m sure.
It’s not a job that I’d like to do and quite possibly, I would be crap at it anyway.
My old hairdresser was Romanian. I doubt if he could have gone round fitting windows either. A waitress (until the end of the month when she goes to be an air hostess) in one of the local restaurants that we like is Romanian. Romanians are everywhere and in all sorts of service jobs. It doesn’t make them bad people.
Still, the reaction from the Italians is much the same as I’ve seen from the British.
I am saddened by it.