The room up here has a strange safe quality, tucked in the rafters with minimum furniture and belongings. The open metal balcony gives it an airy feel despite being a tiny space, and I feel a million miles away from anything that is Carrero or part of his world, but I think that was always his intention.

To take me from all I know of him and have formed in my mind about him. To bring me to a neutral place, dressed differently, cut off from anything else that is our norm. Disconnected ...