It was past midnight. Rain drummed against his window in Alexandria. He had heard about the Norwegian thriller from a friend in Cairo – a twisted tale of an art thief who steals paintings to maintain a luxurious lifestyle, only to get hunted by a former mercenary.
"Du er en hodeløs jeger." "You are a headless hunter." mshahdt fylm Headhunters 2011 mtrjm - may syma 1
He didn't know Norwegian. But he knew Danish from an old girlfriend, and Norwegian was close enough. Scene by scene, he pieced together the dialogue: It was past midnight