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profession, the head teacher would be the first to arrive, then the Registrar, and both would look at him<br />
with harsh, condemnatory eyes, What are you doing here, they would ask, and he would have no voice to<br />
reply with, he couldn't explain to them that he was looking for an unknown woman, they would probably<br />
all just burst out laughing, and then ask again, What are you doing here, and they would keep asking until<br />
he confessed everything, the proof of this was that they were still repeating it in his dreams when, as<br />
morning was returning to the world, Senhor José finally managed to abandon his exhausting vigil, or it<br />
abandoned him.<br />
He woke up late, dreaming that he was back on the porch roof with the rain pounding down on him as<br />
loudly as a waterfall, and the unknown woman, in the shape of a film actress from his collection, was<br />
sitting on the window ledge with the head teacher's blanket folded in her lap, waiting for him to complete<br />
his climb, at the same time saying to him, Wouldn't it have been better to have knocked at the front door, to<br />
which he, panting, replied, I didn't know you were here, and she, I'm always here, I never go out, then, just<br />
as it seemed she was about to bend towards him in order to help him up, she suddenly disappeared, the<br />
porch disappeared with her, and only the rain remained, falling, falling without cease upon the chair<br />
belonging to the Registrar, where Senhor José saw himself sitting. His head ached slightly, but his cold<br />
didn't seem to have got any worse. A sliver of greyish light slipped in between the curtains, which meant<br />
that, contrary to appearances, they had not been completely closed. No one will have noticed, he thought,<br />
and he was right, the light of a star is brighter than bright, but not only is the greater part of it lost in space,<br />
a mere mist is enough to hide the excess light from our eyes. Even if those living on the other side of the<br />
street had come to peer out the window to see what the weather was like, they would think that the<br />
luminous thread undulating between the drops sliding down the windowpane was just the rain glittering.<br />
Still wrapped in the blanket, Senhor José slightly parted the curtains, it was his turn to find out what the<br />
weather was like. It wasn't raining at that moment, but the sky was covered by a single dark cloud, so low<br />
it seemed to touch the rooftops, like a huge tombstone. Just as well, he thought, the fewer people out in the<br />
street the better. He went over and felt the clothes he had taken off, to see if they were in a fit state to be<br />
put back on. His shirt, vest, underpants and socks were reasonably dry, his trousers rather less so, but bis<br />
jacket and raincoat would take many more hours to dry. To avoid the damp-stiffened cloth rubbing against<br />
his grazed knees, he put everything on except his trousers and set off in search of the first-aid cabinet.<br />
Logically, it must be on the ground floor, near the gymnasium and the accidents that tend to happen there,<br />
next to the playground where, between classes, in games of greater or lesser violence, the students go to<br />
work off their energy and, more important, the tedium and anxiety provoked by study. He was right. After<br />
washing his wounds with peroxide, he dabbed them with some disinfectant that smelled of iodine and<br />
carefully bandaged them, using so many plasters that it looked as if he were wearing knee pads. He was<br />
still able, though, to flex his joints enough to walk. He put on his trousers and felt like a new man,<br />
although not new enough to forget the general malaise affecting his whole body. <strong>The</strong>re must be something<br />
here for colds and headaches, he thought, and soon afterwards, having found what he needed, he had two<br />
pills in his stomach. He did not need to take any precautions to avoid being seen from outside, since, as<br />
one would expect, the window in the first-aid room was also made of frosted glass, but from then on, he<br />
would have to pay attention to every move he made, he couldn't afford any mistakes, he must keep well<br />
away from the windows and, if he absolutely had to go over to a window, then he would have to do so on<br />
all fours, he must behave, in short, as if he had never done anything in his life but burgle houses. A sudden<br />
burning in his stomach reminded him that it had been a mistake to take the pills unaccompanied by food,<br />
even if only a biscuit, Right, where would I find biscuits here, he asked himself, realising that now he had<br />
a new problem to solve, the problem of food, since he wouldn't be able to leave the building until it was<br />
dark, Very dark, he added. Although, as we know, he is easily satisfied when it comes to food, he would<br />
have to eat something to dull his appetite until he got home, Senhor José, however, replied to that<br />
necessity with these stoical words, It's only one day, no one ever died from not eating for a few hours. He