Chapter 3
The street was still wet and gloomy, a mist was drizzling, but so timidly that people rarely opened their umbrellas, preferring to use them as walking sticks. Passers-by on the sidewalks jumped out of the way from cars when a heavy spray flew out of puddles from under their wheels. A tall man in a gray raincoat and a gray hat, pulled down nearly over his eyes, stood near the gate from which I had exited. He looked at me from under his eyebrows as if he were about to say something to me. Something about him was familiar. Wasn’t he the guy who gave me the folder with the photographs? He was standing to my right. I couldn’t see his left hand. I pretended not to notice anything, waited a moment until I got enough courage to approach and lit a cigarette. But he didn’t move, only occa
