Geneva, rue du Mont-Blanc, close to the train station. An old organ-grinder in action. Beside him, on the organ, his cat is quietly sleeping covered with blankets. Simultaneously, while unceasingly turning the crank, he reads today's news in a couple of the several free papers found here and there in this city – seemingly not too engaged in the music.
In my imgination I see, instead of him, a youngster with an iPod connected to a loudspeaker. Reading some papers, hoping for money. And I am sure – he wouldn't get a single centime. The difference is a battery instead of a turning arm. And, maybe more important, the old organ-grinder adds something the youngster wouldn't do to the Geneva trademark, appreciated by most tourists. A pittoresque and charming accent to a traditional and a little old-fashioned city.

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