Chapter 107 - Number 33 Bowens Road

Primo Lanz woke up with a terrible headache. He massaged his temple with his hands stroking it in a clockwise direction. He had too much drink from the night before that he could no longer remember the time passing. He looked inside his rented room which was littered with his old clothes, bottles and food packaging. A rotten leftover food was on the floor as cockroaches and flies swarmed around it. He grabbed his head and combed his hair with his finger and thought about everything he did yesterday or the previous one. He could not remember. He must have passed out for such a long time that he felt drained of strength.