Thursday 7 May 2009

 

The Troublemaker

"When I was a kid", says the man, standing in the empty gym, "I told myself that one day I would buy a school and fire all the teachers." He grins and shows a gap tooth, tipping a nonchalant hand at the surrounding bars and walls. "I didn't fire them, because they were long gone, but I *did* buy this school."
He was 40, then. Now he is fifty. The gym is the only thing that still points to the building's prior use. Now it is a shiny new technology center where they develop software for warehouses.
He wears grey slacks and a jacket, and a bright red polo shirt. His glasses are the tasteful rimless kind you see on the noses of architects and technical managers. His parents were farmers; he became the boss of a million Euro enterprise to spite them, at first, and then because it was fun.
It is still there, that willful, cheeky, reckoning glint in his eyes. His job description is "Founder and CEO" but if you ask him what his role in the company is, he spits out promptly: "Troublemaker".

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