Things are going very slowly here in Wroclaw, it seems to me that no industry is safe now from the huge economic disaster sweeping across Europe, knocking us down like dominoes; even the espionage business is unsettlingly quiet. HQ doesn’t seem to be remotely interested if they receive my daily updates or not I am starting to feel like a forgotten man.
I have been waiting for over three months now for new instructions from headquarters on how to proceed, say what you like about the cold war but at least it made for a booming business for us in the spy world but the bloody European union put a stop to all that. The other day out of pure desperation for something to do, I placed an advert in the Wroclaw international the local English language paper advertising my services as a specialist in industrial espionage but have yet to receive a response. Well that is not entirely true, only yesterday I received a call regarding the disappearance of a punnet of wild mushrooms, I was just about to call the number the lady had left for me, when I received a message telling me the missing mushrooms had been located, in the bath of all places. It had turned out that the lady’s husband, a mountain man was a mushroom fetishist, which is apparently quite a common ailment in the mountainous regions of the Sudetys, she had come home walked into the bathroom and found him completely naked, sat in the bath smothering himself in a mixture of Ceps, girolles and pied de moutons, case closed. What I needed was something I could really get my teeth into a proper case, something more than naked men and mushrooms, not that I am passing judgment, in fact If I didn’t only have a shower, I would be off down to the market to load up on mushrooms and give it a try, when in Rome and all that.
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