Fish.
The bell ringed at the studio and I answered.
"Hi, is this the place where I can find Fabio Moon or Gabriel Ba?", said the voice of a man who certainly wasn't from the city.
"Who may I say is asking?", I replied, suspiciously.
"I'm a cartoonist and I wanted to talk to them about the market and to show my work."
Market? Does he think I'm selling fish over here?
As I opened the door and let the guy in, I noticed he didn't smell nice at all, reinforcing the image of a fish market in my mind.
I prayed for rain.
Monday, October 25, 2004
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