Bedlam: Darrere les hores càlides

"During the night, while Agnès had been dreaming, Haiku looked out the window for a long time. But he really had a face of absolute certainty. That look of firm and unshakable conviction that only some priests have. He looked at the starry horizon, as his face illuminated from the glow coming from outside the window. It was the huge neon that flew over the village nailed to a zeppelin. He smiled, turned off the light on the table and in the darkness of the room he breathed calmly."

Bedlam is a singular mix between an apparently children's story and the attempt to build the symbols of a community where oblivion reigns as a kind of slab and is necessary as a salvation table. The accumulation of surprising and fantastic events brings us, with careful prose, closer to the noble purpose of becoming a moral fable, a reflection on loss and reconstruction.