About the book: 1985 / It was June. Various smells came through the open window from the street, dust flew in, and the noise of a bus could be heard. From Pilou’s bed he could not see the sky and nothing at all except the wall of the house opposite with a small luminous window and a clothesline stretched from this window to his window... And then the window opposite opened. A lady looked out of it. Pilou saw her perfectly in the moonlight. She blew on the rope, tied it tightly, then hung the handkerchief and secured it with two clothespins. Finally she breathed a sigh of relief and looked up. Pilou looked at her, she looked at Pilou. They were silent for a long time. The wind ruffled the scarf. Pilou had never seen it before: the window was usually closed…