Quite a long time ago. I tried the last telephone number I had for him twenty years ago, knowing that it was liable to be unviable. The upshot was a conversation with an aggrieved landlord, who emphasised at enormous duration that he would like nothing more than to find Gérard, since the flat he had been renting had gone walkies leaving behind only a few smouldering embers. "I've had people take cutlery, or run off with some furniture, but I've never lost the whole flat."
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