Captain thinks. He observed one of two deer heads hanging on the wall. And he thinks of Vladimir. He reviewed the skinny.
He remembers his face disturbing its delicate fingers and long, capable of strangling in a flash. This guy, this stranger and especially the vocabulary so limited that he had to perform menial tasks in the PLC, one of them is going to drown the cat in the river, which we listened to once it's not squealing early in the night on the gravel which could be seen Drag the shadow in the moonlight on the slopes and walls, slipped away quietly. One day he just completed his suitcase. He was stationed with her at the bus stop on the port. Was engulfed in the back of a bus. Seated straight as a, he never let himself be carried back. Towards Saint-Brieuc. Where he took the train to Morlaix. The last thing we know about him is that he bought at the office of the Brittany Ferries, a ticket to travel from Roscoff to Cork, Ireland, where it is never reached. Later, some passengers say have noticed, during the crossing, a guy who wandered at length on the deck. Someone affirm that he saw a figure climb over the railing and safety nets before jumping into the water, disappearing into a second in the tub securely tighten a suitcase in his arms. This is probably inside it, trapped between clothing, papers and other objects, that is the key to this strange drowning in international waters.
Jacques Josse
nailed port
Quidam Publisher, 2011
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