It all started in the end of my internship, after working 19 days in a row to have the last days of the month dismissed. I was finally in vacations in Greece when Mr. Babis, the human resources manager, asked me if I wanted to give blood, the next day. Trying to be a good person, I said ‘of course’. After all, it would be a kind of a new experience: giving blood in a foreign country.
I convinced my partner and Alina, a super cool ukrainian girl, to do the same. So, Mr. Babis told us to be early in the morning at the hotel, to have a good breakfast and to rest properly. That’s what we did.
We had to wait for a long time until Mr. Timos, our beloved hotel manager, was ready to go. (He was also volunteering to give blood.) But what we didn’t know was that he was going to drive us there. The blood donation took place in one of the other Sani Resort hotels and we could only get there in time by car, but we thought we would go by the hotel bus or something. We weren’t expecting at all we would get in our hotel manager’s BMW.