An elderly postal worker shrugged and said, “If you’re going to send packages to someone unknown, at least help me carry them to the service area. I can’t manage these boxes on my own…” All the paperwork was in order, though, and the packages began their journey to Switzerland — a trip of at least 1,600 miles.
At the Swiss border, customs officers grew suspicious because the recipient wasn’t listed. The officers decided to open the packages.
As soon as the officers lifted the lid on one box, they reached for their guns:
“Hands up!”
A pale man with a scruffy beard climbed out of the box, hands raised.
“Who are you?”
“Panara Kalogera. I’m an unemployed man from Sicily.”
“And who’s in this box?”
“My friend, Giuseppe Presti. Our relatives packed us into boxes and sent us to Switzerland. Maybe here we can find work and not go hungry.”
Life in Sicily must be so hard that people resort to measures like this.
