I remember a few years ago leaving me and the marketing director from partners. Both beloved, I have a fifth of projects hanging on it as a child's chest, on it the department and all communication.

Tired, dragging through the tc to the parking lot behind the car.



Around the immense Ashan uncle with a calm smile rides on a machine washing the floor with brushes. There will pass, here, brushes scratch on the floor, leaving behind cleanliness.



We stopped, driving the machine with our eyes.

He: You want to go there now too, isn’t that all?

I am UGU...



We looked at the happy uncle for a moment and went to the office.