Abstract
There is no way I could go to Maison Heine without thinking of Pablo, without hoping to meet him. I see it appearing from every corner, coming out of every door, even the toilet door. I see him washing his hands after pissing. (He did, I didn't.) I see him in the Grande Salle, near the sound system console, or bringing a glass of water to the table where Hélène will sit. I see him on the stairs, at the cafeteria tables, next to the library scanner. I also wondered if I knew Pablo through Heine, or Heine through Pablo. I don't remember where or how we met.
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