Trafika Europe 14 - Italian Piazza

A Perfect Idiot

“We gave the Bengalese thi s one task, to take that stuff to Mi lan,” he said. “ That I know, I spoke to him before he lef t , I even helped him seal i t wi th al l that Scotch tape, a box from Bangladesh—i t turns out our Bando i s qui te the romant ic.” They lowered thei r heads in memor iam. “ The pol ice assured me i t was in fact an accident ,” Morel said. “Someone hi t the brakes outs ide Vicenza, i t seems, and one of the sui tcases must have hi t him on the neck, maybe the same box, but as they didn’ t know about i ts exi stence, the pol ice hasn’ t even ment ioned i t . Can you imagine? He was ki l led by the merchandi se he was supposed to del iver, what an imbeci le!” The lean phys ique of the photographer stood out against the enormous window. “How come there are no handles on i t?” Morel asked. “Because bus iness men tend to jump out every t ime they go bankrupt . They must al l have windows l ike mine.” “Smart!” “Fores ight ful , let ’s say.” In a corner, ins ide a large oak cabinet wi th drawers, Ciepiela kept over two hundred cameras, var ious model s and per iods, some he’d inher i ted from

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