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Pereira finished eating his omelet, he nodded to the waiter and ordered another lemonade. I am amazed by his chutzpah, he said, I do not know if you realize what you are asking about, then what would I find? A rented room, "said Monteiro Rossi, a board, a place where there are too much to look at the documents, you need to know about places like this, with all its knowledge.
All his knowledge, he thought Pereira. But if he, of all those who knew, knew no one, knew his father Antonio in which he could not foist such a problem, he knew his friend Silva, who was in Coimbra, and on which no man could number, and then the door to Rua Rodrigo da Fonseca who may have been a police informer. But suddenly it occurred to him a small pension of Gra ça, above the Castle, where they went underground and where the couples were not seeking the documents to anyone. Pereira knew that once his friend Silva had asked to book a room in a discreet place where she had to spend a night with a lady from Lisbon that he could not deal with scandals. And so he said I'll take care of tomorrow morning, but his cousin did not send it or bring it to the office, because of the door, take him to my house tomorrow morning at eleven, now do address but no calls, please, and try to be there too, maybe it's better. Pereira said
Why so? Why did Monteiro Rossi's penalty? Why was the spa and had spoken so so disappointed with his friend Silva? Because the train had found that Ms. Delgado had said something should be done anyway? Pereira does not know it, he says. He knows only that he understood that he had been in trouble and had to talk to someone. But this one was not around and then he thought that he would talk with the portrait of his wife when he returned home.
And indeed he did, he says.
from "Pereira, Antonio Tabucchi, Ed Universale Economica Feltrinelli, 1999, pp. 81-82.
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