[The radio rustles to life around the sound of static and shuffling. The voice that follows is hurried and somewhere between anxious and angry.] Hello? Oi, is this- No, it's on. [A pause. Some tapping.] Okay. Okay.

[Louder then.]

Hey, I need directions! M'in some place called Buza-- ... Birza- bugs? [Yeah, he's mangled it. He means Birzebbuga.] ( Read more... )