“Shady!”. Hush. “Shaady!”. We shout again; silence again.<\/p>\n
Then suddenly he appears, with the phone on one side and with a pack of towels and blankets under his other arm. His name is Shady Shair, 29, the handyman at Guesthouse Sabastiya.\u00a0<\/strong>We are in Samaria, in the place where there is the tomb of John the Baptist<\/strong>.<\/p>\n “Coming” he says while rushing in a room. We hear him argue on the phone for a few minutes before he appears again. Then he comes towards us smiling and greets us warmly. Shady is always smiling, he never complains.<\/p>\n After that he disappears again and comes back with Arabic coffee and some wonderful pistachio cookies prepared by the women in the town<\/strong>. Finally he sits. It’s not easy to sit with Shady Shair for more than five minutes: he is always in a hurry. “This is my home<\/strong>,” he says, “I treat this place like my house, trying to keep everything as tidier as possible and to welcome everyone in the best way … But I usually say that this is my home, mainly because I spend more time here than at home<\/strong>: between 9 and 12 hours! ”<\/p>\n Shady here really takes care of everything<\/strong>: he cleans the rooms, he works in the Guesthouse shop, keeps reservations, cleans the garden,welcomes visitors and organizes their stay in Sabastiya. “I must always be available. When someone comes to visit, I am the first contact … Then I call the restaurant, I organize the visits …”. In short, Shady is in charge of everything. But he never complains.<\/p>\n