About the book: 1946 / I sat in my newly decorated office, smelling the smell of paint and hoping that something would happen soon. I returned home just a day ago. Cars scurried under the window, sparkling in the morning sun. They made so much noise that it seemed like the war was not over yet. It got on my nerves. I wanted to run somewhere. But I was dressed in civilian clothes, and there was nowhere to run and no one with whom. Until Millicent Drin came...