“I would never want to do anything else.”
An iceman is selling water ice to the schoolkids crowding the French Square in Panama City after class. The refreshment is served in a plastic cup instead of a cone. The ice is just scratched from a block of ice, and it is flavored with sirup. Every day, the kids queue up in front of the one man business, and the arrival of the kids conjures a smile upon the iceman’s face. He loves his profession: “I would never want to do anything else.”
There is no way to just walk past the man without noticing his broad smile – just like there is no way to walk across French Square without noticing Ana.