About the book: 1973 / The woman stood so close that I could feel her breath on my skin. And at the same time, she was somewhere far, far away from me and from everyone else - even if you looked at her through a telescope. She seemed to understand this and took my hand. The hand was cold as ice. The broad-shouldered young man in a black sweater reappeared on the pier. He jumped onto the sand and walked towards us. He moved somehow clumsily, like a machine gun activated by a button. He stopped and looked at the woman with some menacing interest. Without letting go of my hand, she turned and walked, dragging me along with her. She squeezed my hand with the convulsiveness of a frightened child. The young man stood and looked after us. In the light of the lanterns, I was able to get a good look at her. The face is petrified, there is fear in the gaze. When we got into the car, I thought she smelled of fear..