£75 a day.
Would you sell your soul to the devil when your pockets are empty? And if the devil learns that he has been cheated, what will he devour? Scruples and good conscience are abstract notions when mixing with sharks. And if I’m to finish this job, swimming in murky waters is part of the routine. This man is crazy, brutal, and amoral. And he has a hand of iron on all the small traffic that takes place on the port. Too bad if I dip my hands in the mud. I’m capable of it, I know it. I don’t believe in anything anymore. I don’t believe in myself anymore.
My flat is almost empty. In the corner, an office; a simple board soiled with oil stains on two trestles; the whole thing moves so much that if I put a pen down, it’ll roll until it falls to the ground. A beat-up radio is placed on a
