They lounged along the beach, hundreds, as far as I could see. Their skin glistened under a bright, overcast sky, their bellies stretched out and exposed.

It started with a man, once bulbous, now skeletal, as he slaved over molten silver day in and day out, creating drachmae for his ruthless, handsome Master.

‘Have you ever seen a dead body before?’ Dad won’t give me a straight answer, just said that’s how they do funerals in Ireland.

An unremarkable office building sits between a supermarket and a pet store, largely ignored by pedestrians on the street...