I wrote a week ago about that guy. a worthy man I found on the beach selling boiled corn. I was amazed by the impression that this man's description made to the readerial public and social media. Until radios called me to talk about him, ministers sent me messages about how interesting and optimistic this example is, dozens of people sent me emails to ask me if this man is real or if I invented him.
Of course, he's real, but that's not the point. The important thing is that we are now so lacking in good examples in this society, that if we find any rare ones, either it makes a greater impression than seeing a living dinosaur, or we just don't believe it exists. But because I don’t like being a moralist, I write to you today and the example. Against the humble but honorable and decent corn-boiled seller, I write to you about a great hotelier who has made me furious.
Because a third of his staff is uninsured. Especially young children working in bars, pools or beach, students who complete income, are not at all stated. And he gives them 30 euros a day, black, while the minimum is 39. Will you tell me why they don't report it to the Labour Inspectorate? So did I. Because the employer takes his staff in consultation with the Sovereign of the area, whose office sends him «poor and shy children in need of work».
Church man, the hotelier, doesn't want his staff. «Riots» and «indigestion»And apparently, the children who go through Despota's office are not «insolent and demanding». Rather, they feel that the employer gives them alms rather than that they work for him and should be paid properly. After all, they do not want to expose the Bishop, with whom their poor families have multiple survival dependencies.
But what really made me mad is that two weeks ago, the hotel manager informed his employees. «give up and disappear immediately, because IKA is coming to check»There's his network of total corruption. And the church and with sworn employees alerting him that he will be checked. They took out the aprons and dived into the sea pretending to be bathers. And when at the end of the week it came time for their payment, the hotel owner removed from their payday the hours hidden from the auditors, because «These hours they didn't work.»Yes, the miserable, the crook.
He'll pay for it, because I made him a personal name. But when I explained to the manager that someone through his service alerts the employer, he told me that the Internal Affairs Service will be taken care of, and the result will be delayed. They have to find the guy who catches them first to notify employers and then go to business. That makes sense, I hope it won't be summer.
I'm writing this because there are not only worthy corn sellers in this country. For every honest man there are fifty-six dishonest crooks. And Godly.
