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“Alright, mate. Bring some booze, will ya? See you at the harbour in about

half an hour."
“Of course. See you there,” says Janokovic and hangs up.

Lucky for Jano he already has booze, as he hears the voice from the ferry's

speaker system.
“We’ve arrived in Helsingborg. If you’re in car, return to your vehicles

immediately,” says the hoarse voice in English with heavy Swedish accent.

It does not take long for Janokovic to walk out from the ferry to the platform and
pathway and then pass sleepy passport inspectors, who hardly bothers to look at

him passport, granting him access to Sweden.
He walks in of Knutpunkten, the main mall which are connected to the ferry line

before, looking at old couples at the centre pub, and young rascals yelling at each

other. He walks outside, looking at the city’s beautiful Town Hall.
“What’s up, you old fart,” says a hoarse voice, almost laughing.

It’s Tim, yelling out the window of his old Volvo 145 as he rolls up in front of the

terminal building. Jano hurries up finishes his beer in a hidden in a paper bag,
since the Swedish authorities deemed it illegal to drink in public.

“So, do you have any beer for me as well? And yeah, welcome to Sweden,
mate,“ says Tim, now eagerly excited to see his old buddy.

“Oh yeah, I have some here,” answers Janokovic and hands Tim the bag of

beers. “There’s vodka as well.”
“Just like I like it. Get in!”

He sits down next to Tim on the passenger seat and met the stench of heavy

smoking and old food. Tim is what you called prison strong, big but not toned,
almost bald at this moment, beard stubble and a big moustache.

His eyes are small and peculiar; it kind of gives the impression, that he’s half dog

half man. Along with his many tattoos and large balloon belly, his whole being is
unhealthy lifestyle incarnate. When you see him, there is no doubt that you are

facing a man who has lived a hard life.

They drive in through the centre of Helsingborg and further out towards the out-
skirts of the city to a neighbourhood consisting of a mixture of industry and con-

crete construction. After about ten minutes drive, they stop in front of a low di-
lapidated building, where there hangs a sign that says: Todi’s Workshop.