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the headmaster, I didn't know that her card was right there in that drawer, and you don't know that I spent<br />
the night on your sofa. <strong>The</strong>y went into the study, the headmaster said, I haven't got much time, but I'll do all<br />
I can to help you, do sit down, and he indicated the sofa that had served as a bed to the visitor, I'd like to<br />
know, said Senhor José, if anyone noticed any change in her normal state of mind in the days before the<br />
suicide, None, she was always a very private person, very quiet, Was she a good teacher, One of the best<br />
the school has had, Was she friends with any particular colleague, Friends in what sense, Just friends, She<br />
was friendly, polite to everyone, but I don't think anyone here could say that they were friends with her,<br />
And did her students respect her, Very much, Was she in good health, As far as I can judge, yes, Its<br />
strange, What's strange, I've already spoken to her parents, and everything they said and everything I'm<br />
hearing now seems to point to there being no explanation for this suicide, I wonder, said the headmaster, if<br />
suicide can be explained, Do you mean this particular suicide, I mean suicide in general, Sometimes<br />
people leave letters, That's true, but I'm not sure you could describe the contents of those letters as an<br />
explanation, there's no shortage of things to explain in life, That's true, For example, what explanation<br />
could there be for what happened here a few days before the suicide, What was that, <strong>The</strong> school was<br />
burgled, Yes, How do you know, I'm sorry, my yes was intended to be interrogative, perhaps I didn't give<br />
it the right intonation, but, anyway, burglaries are usually fairly easy to explain, Except when the burglar<br />
climbs up onto the roof, breaks a window and then climbs in, wanders all over the place, sleeps on my<br />
sofa, eats what there is in the fridge, uses the first-aid box and then leaves without taking anything, What<br />
makes you think he slept on your sofa, Because on the floor was the blanket I usually cover my knees with<br />
so as not to get cold, as you said of yourself, I'm not as young as I used to be, Did you report it to the<br />
police, What for, since nothing had been stolen, it didn't seem worth it, the police would tell me that they<br />
were there in order to investigate crimes, not to explain mysteries, It's certainly strange, there's no doubt<br />
about it, We checked everywhere, all the equipment was there, the safe was intact, everything was in its<br />
proper place, Except the blanket, Yes, except the blanket, now what explanation can you find for that,<br />
You'd have to ask the burglar, he must know, having said those words, Senhor José got up, I won't rob you<br />
of any more of your time, I'm very grateful for your help in the unfortunate matter that brought me here, I<br />
don't know that I've been of much help, You were probably right when you said that perhaps no suicide<br />
can be explained, Rationally explained, you understand, It was as if she had just opened a door and gone<br />
out, Or gone in, Yes, or gone in, depending on your point of view, Well, there you have an excellent<br />
explanation, It was a metaphor, Metaphors have always been the best way of explaining things, Goodbye,<br />
sir, and my heartfelt thanks, Goodbye, it was a pleasure talking to you, I don't mean the sad matter in hand,<br />
of course, I mean you yourself, Naturally, it was just a manner of speaking, I'll go with you to the stairs.<br />
When Senhor José was going down the second flight of stairs, the headmaster suddenly remembered that<br />
he hadn't asked him his name, No matter, he thought, that particular story's over.<br />
<strong>The</strong> same could not be said of Senhor José, he still had to take the final step, to seek out and find in<br />
the unknown woman's apartment a letter, a diary, a simple piece of paper on which she might have set<br />
down her feelings, the scream, the I-can't-go-on that every suicide is under strict obligation to leave<br />
behind before departing through that door, so that those left on this side can soothe the fears of their own<br />
consciences saying, Poor thing, she had her reasons. <strong>The</strong> human spirit, though, how often do we need to<br />
say it, is the favourite home of contradictions, indeed they do not seem to prosper or even find viable<br />
living conditions outside it, and that must be why Senhor José wanders the city, from one side to the other,<br />
up and down, as if lost without a map or a guide, for he knows perfectly well what he has to do on this<br />
last day, he knows that tomorrow will be a different time, or that he will be the one who will be different<br />
in a time exactly like this one, and the proof that he knows this to be so is the fact that he thought, Who<br />
will I be tomorrow when this is all over, what kind of clerk is the Central Registry going to have. Twice<br />
he passed by the unknown woman's apartment building, twice he did not stop, he was afraid, don't ask<br />
why, this is the most common of contradictions, Senhor José both wants and doesn't want, he both de sires