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sticking a dead person anywhere, without going to the trouble of seeing if there might be space inside the<br />
archive of the dead. If luck were not on Senhor José's side this time, if chance did not favour him, the<br />
adventure of breaking into the school, however risky, will have been child's play compared to what<br />
awaits him here.<br />
One might ask why Senhor José needs a hundred-yard-long piece of string if the length of the Central<br />
Registry, despite successive extensions, is no more than eighty. That is the question of a person who<br />
imagines that one can do everything in life simply by following a straight line, that it is always possible to<br />
proceed from one place to another by the shortest route, perhaps some people in the outside world<br />
believe that they have done so, but here, where the living and the dead share the same space, sometimes,<br />
in order to find one of them, you have to make a lot of twists and turns, you have to skirt round mountains<br />
of bundles, columns of files, piles of cards, thickets of ancient remains, you have to walk down dark<br />
gulleys, between walls of grubby paper which, up above, actually touch, yards and yards of string will<br />
have to be unravelled, left behind, like a sinuous, subtle trail traced in the dust, there is no other way of<br />
knowing where you have to go next, there is no other way of finding your way back. Senhor José tied one<br />
end of the string to the leg of the Registrar's desk, not out of any lack of respect, but merely to gain a few<br />
yards, then tied the other end to his ankle, and, placing on the floor the ball of string, which unravelled<br />
with each step he took, he set off along one of the central corridors filled by the files of the living. His<br />
plan is to start his search at the far end, where the unknown woman's file and card should be, even though,<br />
for reasons already explained, it is highly unlikely that they will have been filed away correctly. As<br />
Senhor José is a civil servant from another age, trained in the old methods and disciplines, his strict<br />
character would be repelled by any collusion with the irresponsible habits of the new generation, by<br />
beginning the search in a place where a dead person would have been deposited only by a deliberate and<br />
scandalous infraction of basic archivistic rules. He knows that the main difficulty he is going to have to do<br />
battle with is the lack of light. Apart from the Registrar's desk, above which hangs the inevitable lamp<br />
giving off its usual dull light, the whole of the Central Registry is plunged in darkness, in dense shadows.<br />
Turning on other fights in the building, however dim they might be, would be too risky, a keen policeman<br />
doing his rounds of the area, or a good citizen, the sort who is concerned about the safety of the<br />
community, might spot the diffuse light through the high windows and immediately sound the alarm.<br />
Senhor José will, therefore, have only the feeble circle of light, which wavers before him in time to the<br />
rhythm of his steps, but also because the hand holding the flashlight is trembling. <strong>The</strong>re is an enormous<br />
difference between visiting the archive of the dead in normal working hours, with the presence behind you<br />
of your colleagues who although not particularly supportive as we have seen, would always come running<br />
if there were any real danger or if your nerve suddenly, irresistibly failed, especially if the Registrar said,<br />
Go and see what's happened to him, between that and venturing alone, in the middle of a black night, into<br />
the heart of those catacombs of humanity, surrounded by names, hearing the whisper of the papers, or a<br />
murmur of voices, for those who have ears to hear.<br />
Senhor José has gone as far as the end of the shelves of the living, he is now looking for a passage<br />
along which he can reach the far end of the Central Registry, in theory, and in accordance with the way the<br />
space was laid out, it should follow the Dissecting longitudinal line on the plan, the imaginary Une that<br />
divides the rectangular design of the building into two equal parts, but the avalanches of files, which are<br />
always happening however firmly the masses of paper are held in place, have made something that was<br />
intended to provide direct, rapid access into a complex network of passages and paths, where you are<br />
constandy confronted by obstacles and cul-de-sacs. During the day and with all the lights on, it is still<br />
relatively easy for the researcher to keep a straight course, you just have to pay attention, be vigilant, take<br />
care to Mow the least dusty roads, a sign that they are the most frequented, and up until now, apart from a<br />
few scares and some worrying delays, there has not been a single instance of a staff member failing to<br />
return from an expedition. But the light from a pocket flashlight does not fill one with confidence, it seems