This attempt to insert a sheet of glass into an open window became an absolute crowd puller and it wouldn’t surprise me to find some guy charging a couple of euros for prime viewing positions.
The forklift truck supposed to do all the lifting had blocked the half of the pavement and most of the cycle path, leaving very little room for cars, trams, cyclists and bipods. On the ground, surrounding the forklift was a group of men discussing something important in a language I did not know. Occasionally they would shout up at the glass holder (shown here in the photo) and he would shout back at them. Then the man in the window would shout at the men on the ground who would shout back at him. This led to more men appearing in the window who would shout at the men on the ground which seemed to annoy the man holding the glass and make him shout at the team in the window.
The glass insertion operation was going nowhere. The men had enthusiasm but lacked technique and the right tools. It wasn’t long before cyclists and shoppers on the ground began tossing nuggets of wisdom at the men on the ground, on the forklift and in the window. This did not help at all, it simply made them red, crazy and encouraged them to shout louder.
After twenty minutes of lifting, pulling, shouting and sweating, the window team accepted defeat for the time being and took a coffee break to discuss Plan B. It must have worked. When I cycled by a week later the glass was where it was meant to be.