Edgar (34 years), born in Castricum, the Netherlands, earns his money working on beach pavilions. Building them at the beginning of the summer, guarding them at night and dismantle them at the end of the season.
Once in a while he gets a gig as musician. His voice is scary identical to the voice of Leonard Cohen. Unfortunately he doesn’t fully exploit his talent.
Although, after the decease of his father, he and his mum both live in one half of the same house, they hardly see each other. In the not-maintained part of the garden, under a ramshackle shelter (once meant to keep the firewood) Edgar stores his deeply beloved American classic car.
Not seldom his friends find him just sitting in the parked car, staring to the dead flies on the windscreen. He never has more cash in his pocket to drive the car more than the 5 kilometres to his job.