Nice Spot is a myth, a legend, a chimera. As solid as mist, as tangible as a rainbow in a dream, as visible as Pluto in broad daylight. No one even knows if he really exists. And yet… he keeps regaling us with his stories. Maybe he's a secret agent, a hermit, your neigbhor, or even, who knows, your mother! Or maybe he simply isn't. Maybe he's nothing more than a fabrication, invented by the gouvernement or some obscure Masonic group, for some equally obscure purpose of mass control beyond the grasp of us mere mortals. "He exists!", an old lady assures us as we interview her at the market. "I've seen him with my own eyes! Just yesterday. You can't miss it. With that little mustache of his, and the way he shouts in German... He has changed a lot, Hitl…" One thing is sure: fiction or reality, the mystery of Nice Spot remains unsolved.