There is no back up wheel in the car. No tools to repair. It is Sunday.
It means all the tire services are supposed to be closed in the whole city. But daddy calls to the insurance hot line—they have to provide a free tow truck to bring the car to a car service anytime from anywhere in Cyprus, as stated in a booklet.
A tow truck comes. The driver loads the car on the truck and indifferently says:
I don’t think we’ll find anything today… It is Sunday, my friend. I will likely bring you back here. Or you can drop it near to a service and come there tomorrow.
The truck rides through the city, passing a dozen of closed tire workshops.
— “You see? I said it is Sunday. I said…” — the driver repeats each time he sees another closed door.
There’s almost no hope anymore when the truck reaches the port area on the opposite side of the city. But when it comes to another spot an open door under a huge “Bridgestone” sign changes everyting.
An old man meets the truck. He has came to his workshop on this Sunday morning by accident, was walking with his dog.
He looks tired of the heat, obviously not happy about an unexpected client and not very friendly at all. He slowly fires his cigarette, saying no single word at loud, but agrees to help.
The flat wheel is removed from the car. It doesn’t take much time to find the reason—a sharp piece of metal has stuck in it and mad e a pretty big hole.
Skillful hands do the job in ten minutes including a break to start another cigarette and fill up dog’s bowl with fresh water.
Master mounts the wheel back to its place without uttering a single word. Then he says only “ten euro” with a modest smile on his face.
The day was luckily saved, not that much time was lost and the family goes for a picnic by the sea.