they've given you a number, they've taken away your name

Today is one of those days when I feel like a CIA agent.

I wandered through the back streets here in Mazatlan, broken down and destitute mostly, third world. I was finding my way by the landmark of these church spires I couldn't always see. Sitting outside here at this cafe on the edge of a park near the church, I half expect my "contact" to sit next to me and slip me the microfilm under a newspaper...

I guess you'd have to see this area to know what I mean, but if I ever make a spy movie, this is a location.