Walking on a thin line

The dull noise heard in the background does not come from punching, although the monotone rhythm of the windshield wipers is reminiscent of the pounding of boxing gloves. Rain is drumming on the roof non-stop while a young man inside the car tells of his first fight. Today the time has come, the day of the fight that will decide everything. It’s easy to say the most important match is always the next one – but for Ibo at this instant it is really true that nothing else counts. Depending on the outcome, he feels the threat of megalomania...