About the book: 2013 / "In the twilight evening air on the terrace, needles often sparkled, and it seemed as if a swarm of silver midges were circling. The three women's lips moved silently. Their bodies leaned back, then leaned forward almost imperceptibly, so that the rocking chairs swayed rhythmically, quietly creaking. All three looked at their hands so intently, as if they suddenly saw their own anxiously beating hearts there.…»