About the book: 1983 / The stuffiness that had developed during the day was so dense that through the wide-open door and open windows, the street air, which had cooled in the evening, did not penetrate into the hut at all. Only mosquitoes were able to drill through this gelatinous, thick, but invisible block of clumped heat. They were already ringing tediously in the dark corners of the room, under the ceiling, under the bed on which I was resting after the journey, circling around me.