About the book: 2016 / "Having slammed the wooden door with such force that the candle went out, Philomena and the crying children found themselves in the dark. Now the eyes saw only what was outside the window: adobe houses on the sides of a cobbled street along which the gravedigger climbed the hill. He carried a shovel on his shoulder, and the honey-like glow of the moon flashed for a moment on its steel as the gravedigger turned into the cemetery and disappeared from sight.…»