About the book: year / There are several million of us here. Our generation has never ventured beyond these walls. But we are not prisoners. Day and night we work for the Customer. We don’t ask unnecessary questions, we don’t break the rules. As it gets dark, from underground we hear the slurping and stomping of bare feet, and sometimes heart-rending screams. We pretend that we heard it. People are disappearing more and more often, and hardly anyone is going to look for them. And if they do, it’s only the damned madmen. Like those who paint on the walls and shout about freedom.