It is a feeling of dread that accompanied me in my reading, and a sort of great sorrow that followed me, once the book is closed. I took these characters as metaphors of this country, otherwise I rebelled, I Ruais I éructais. "Stop," I cried inwardly very often. Everything is saturated: characters, landscapes, "intrigues". I continue writing to feel sorry for the victim of history. For the individual rendered handicapped by history. And that disability is psychic is unbearable. I recommend this book.