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NURIA MONFORT LIVED ADRIFT IN SHADOWS. A NARROW CORRIDOR led to a dining room that also served as kitchen, library, and office. On the way I noticed a modest bedroom, with no windows. That was all, other than a tiny bathroom with no shower or tub out of which all kinds of odors emanated, from smells of cooking from the bar below to a musty stench of pipes and drains that dated from the turn of the century. The entire apartment was sunk in perpetual gloom, like a block of darkness propped up between peeling walls. It smelled of black tobacco, cold, and absence. Nuria Monfort observed me while I pretended not to notice the precarious condition of her home.
"I go down to the street because there's hardly any light in the apartment," she said. "My husband has promised to give me a reading lamp when he comes back."