Of her, we know nothing.
She has no name.
She comes from New York.
Her father has just died and her mother has moved to Singapore.
So much for civil status.
The narrator arrives in The Hague.
She doesn't know anyone.
“The Hague was a quiet city, civilized to the bitter end.”
She speaks English, Japanese, German, French and Spanish.
These donations allowed him to get a job as an interpreter at the international tribunal.
The Dutch city is strange.
She still doesn't feel at home there.
He has to take his mark.
A new friend explains which neighborhoods are dangerous.
Precision is useful: a bookseller is attacked in the street.
The young woman takes an interest in this stranger.
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There is also Adriaan with whom she begins an affair.
The man remains mysterious.
By chance, she learns that he is married, he does not know for how long.
Here he goes to Lisbon to settle the details of the divorce.
His texts are becoming more and more rare, then it's...
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