一星期里我总要遇见他好几回,他胳膊下夹着棕褐色的公文包。我们住在杜诺彻大街上的一座公寓楼里。他就住在我隔壁的套间里。我从来没听见过他屋里有什么动静,既没有客人也没有音乐。他个子瘦小、精明、双目明亮。说起话来具有亚洲人特有的那种高嗓门。他是越南人?中国人?缅甸人?我不好意思打听,也没有必要去打听。我们常常在上楼或下楼时在楼梯上碰面。他总是用微微点一下头或一丝难以察觉的微笑来 I had to meet him for a few times in a week, with a tan briefcase under his arm. We live in an apartment building on Dnauzet. He lives in my suite next door. I have never heard anything in his room, neither guests nor music. He was thin, shrewd, eyes bright. Speaks with that kind of Asian high-pitched voice. He is Vietnamese? Chinese? Burmese? I am sorry to find out, there is no need to inquire. We often meet on the stairs when going upstairs or downstairs. He always uses a little bit of head or a trace of imperceptible smile