A bad day for fishing
A cold morning in an almost empty street close to Brick Lane, London. The light it´s still dim, reflecting a world of men in black, without shadows, departing from their houses in order to start their daily routine. The street is only fill with the clacking of a couple of expensive moccasins, and the presence of a little extravagant recording cabin in the left side of the sidewalk. From the closer crossing irrupts cautiously PAOLO, a tall man in his early thirties, whose appearance would never been unnoticed, he is dressed in greys and blacks spotted with already dry substances. As a result of his dimensions everything seems to hang except for the hands, that replaces gravity with the weight of representing his mind. PAOLO walks towards the cabin, glances a quick check at the street and gets in. Inside the cabin just a microphone and a recording box that contains a series of tapes, a system, and a money slit. Once he gets in, the whole panorama of circumstances floods into him. Reality is no longer a shock. He breaths for a few seconds and by the time he is ready, takes a two pound coin from his pocket and slip it through the slit. Starts recording. PAOLO Johanne, its em… me Paolo, I´ve tried to contact you so we could talk in person, but I could only manage to get this address from… your husband. I don´t know when exactly will this record get to you, but em… just in case it´s s Sunday first of December… I guess it must be… round 8 in the morning. Listen, I… I don´t know to what extent you know about Tony´s em… dedication, but it is a hell of a job, especially when it comes to yesterday. Banks, Warehouses, flats, em jewellery stores, we go in an out so fast that you could even think you have done a great business, and by the time you react, we´re hundred miles apart, but yesterday, yesterday everything goes… everything… I don´t know who, and where… I can´t, I just can´t explain, what or when, the only thing that comes to my mind is Tony and me running the hell out of the place, me and Tony with a bullet in his chest. I tried to help but… by the time