What do you do when you've worked at a distillery all your life, ultimately as the head honcho and find yourself out of work in Girona in the middle of a grave economic crisis?
Well, you don't relocate because the journey to an assured job is an hour away by car and that means you wouldn't be able to play tennis after work, or go to English classes. Mmm. Methinks there might be a rude awakening. Only three months on the dole, but he readily admits that none of his many contacts is able to help him out because everyone is too afraid to hire.
On yer bike, matey.
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