Sublime

In a loose way this is a “conduct” novel.

A white suitcase stood in the corner of the room. My heart beat a little faster. I hadn’t brought that suitcase here. That must be where it was. Kozuka’s body. Trees danced outside the window, as if to tell me of the sinister nature of this place. But I had understood immediately what to do. Bury that suitcase in the forest, and this would all be o

dour

Basel,

Richard Bourdon,

Hiroo Onoda