by Iñaki Oñate
“Occupational necessity,” exclaims Max as he smokes a joint of hash in his Turkish cell. He moves and talks slowly, tenderly, showing off the heroin scars in his arms. In a soft and broken voice he’s describing why the Turkish lawyers are so corrupted. Later he adds “catch the midnight express”, advicing Billy Hayes (Brad Davis) that he should escape. A pair of cracked round glasses cover his eyes, his sight long gone, lost in the isolation and the substance abuse.