My Roommate Casts No Shadow

“Rent in San Telmo was half price on one condition: never open the heavy curtains before dusk.”

Julián, a debt-ridden freelance illustrator in Buenos Aires, stumbles upon a dream room in a high-ceilinged colonial apartment in San Telmo. His flatmate is Valente: he wears hand-embroidered velvet waistcoats, restores antique clockwork by candlelight, and casts no shadow under streetlamps. For dirt-cheap rent, Julián must obey three house rules: no garlic in the pantry, no staring while Valente drinks beet juice, and helping him forge municipal tax receipts dating back to 1892.