About the book: year / Sand fell in a thin stream onto the floor of the trailer. The grains of sand, cheerfully whispering to each other, began to scratch the linoleum, worn down by hundreds of rough soles to the thickness of a sheet of paper folded four times. The man, whose thick hair had already been touched by an ashy wing of noble gray hair, put on a sneaker, and, unbuttoning another button on his loose-fitting shirt, muttered: “Damned sand.” How do people live here??