Cold weather, thick rain. Few people on the streets.One man, looking particularly quiet, lean over the wall of an licour store. His long straw hat getting wetter and wetter as the rain fall over its surface. Marine Officer: Should I ask who are you? Another man, this one carrying a green umbrela, stopped in front of him. He was the one asking the question. The hat, clearly very old and a little ripped up by the sides, rose only a few centimeters, until the green, melancholic eyes of its user were revealed. ???: I don’t see why, officer. Marine Officer: Really? Well, let me explain to you, then...