Thursday 12th of June. In the central atrium of the Bogotá country club a luxury pool snakes it´s way under bridges, in and out of the geodesic dome. A young english wife sits anxiously in a deck chair, awaiting the return of her high flying husband, the inscrutable Mr Bean (not that one). Inside the conference facility, Señor Bean is engaged in a lengthy and somewhat heated discussion, pertaining to a large shipment. His business needs this deal, so much is obvious from the sums involved... and yet he appears dispassionate and stoic in his ill fitting suit. He barely nods
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