how DO you survive the daily production grind of vans shuttling around strange cities (get in, get out, run around, take pics, get in, get out, run around, take pics) and production offices (everyone's so nice, everyone's on the PHONE, everyone's so BUSY.)?
perhaps you sneak away now and again to the roof:
and try to enjoy some argentine sun before they find you again:
because they will find you, my friends:
they will ALWAYS find you:
and you, being whom you are,
you will love it.