Camilo Gonsar

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He had missed the last bus. But he accepted this contretemps with indifference, as if he couldn’t quite take it seriously, and the prospect of a distance of many kilometres didn’t discourage him, but struck him as appealing. At the bus stop, so superfluous by now, he gazed at one and the other side of the road. Then he continued on his way.

It was snowing. It hadn’t stopped raining all afternoon, but now it was snow that was falling, the first snow of winter. But he wasn’t cold. He was wearing a coat and had pulled up the collar to prevent, as far as possible, the icy snow reaching his body, slipping down the collar of his shirt.

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