Reno lives on the bank like a hermit, where the road ends and there’s nothing but stones and water. He was evicted from his apartment in town and has been sheltering for three years in a shack hidden underneath the city landfill site. Today Reno is the river’s guardian, because if I weren’t here everyone would come here to tip rubbish illegally. He reads the Bible and talks with God, he can read the ways of the water, the behaviour of birds and has a map of all the factories polluting the river. Reno lives here as if he were the last man on Earth, a living example of an independent modest life after the apocalypse. His silent mystical presence, so far removed from the latest news, puts the efforts of the men who further down the river toil to transform the landscape into a different perspective. Reno looks at the diggers unperturbed. The great changes planned don’t scare him at all.
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