This book takes us to discover a strange world where nothing would have happened if a personal fold had been placed in a mailbox. Surprising encounter words that intersect, weave and loosen over time. A risky game, allowing everyone to unfold, to know better, while appearing naked in front of the other; the postal distance absorbing front modesty to the unknown, the Correspondence do not seek to escape. Time playing its role, weigh down the meaning of words, add complexity to the sentences, will bloom a new look at the meaning of their lives. Each letter is an impulse towards the other, a cry in the mist which every two strongly hope resonate.
First, it is a genre that I do not like because it puts me in a position of voyeur. Was it so that it is beautifully written that I attach myself, despite my misgivings. A book not to be missed ...
