A warm yellow glow pours from a café window. Inside, two narrow tables fill the room, both covered in the dust of the Great War. The regulars, sit together on the far table discussing who will win. The owner of the café stands behind a clear plastic curtain, wiping the glasses back to sand. He is a cheerful fellow; broad grin, neck and shoulders, head like a wheel of cheese; a German spy with big purple hands that tremble when he brings coffee to the regulars, who blow and sip on the cups forever.