CHAPTER V
The man was nervously wandering around his apartment. Everywhere there were cardboard boxes and scattered sheets.
The walls were a Hellzapoppin of photos and posters of different sizes, mostly in black and white and on one side there were several slides exposed to samples of the best works. Evidently he was a photographer.
He entered the room where he developed the photos taken with analogue reflex and where he kept the computer for post production jobs, in case he used digital equipment.
He had never wondered about the best option: he used them both. If he needed to do a good job, a quality job then preferred the film; when it was necessary to hurry and be versatile, digital reflex was certainly more practical.
The disorder and the squalor that prevailed everywhere suggeste
