A sailor, Sveid(h) the Swede, spent three years saving his wages, and now wanted to go home, buy a farm, get married, and, as they say, retire. And so in the shipping office in San Pedro he said his last “goodbye” to the shipping agent from Haiti and to the entire shipping company. The money he’d saved was hidden in a belt, and what was in his pockets he spent.
He checked into a small hotel with the intention of leaving San Pedro at midnight—he even bought a bus ticket—and went on drinking rounds…
He woke up in a bungalow of some tourist motel, completely soaked with blood—maybe with sweat—and completely naked. And most likely he was bankrupt.