This book caught my interest from the very beginning due to a story about Vlad Mușatescu. And then, I was allured by the superb narrations of somewhat familiar far-off places. Somehow, it seems that the passing of time does not affect the nature of people.
Haralamb Zincă ardently writes about the people he met during the Second World War, when he voluntarily joined the Soviet army.
Family, memories and friends are the main characters. And all of them are dominated by that invisible sandglass, keeping the score of our days. A super-hero is mother, presented in the last pages of the novel. But what if the sandglass does not carry us, and it’s the other way around?!