Welcome to eternal life, my friends.

This book owes its existence to Harriet Wolf, a German journalist I met in Berlin a few years ago. Before she asked me her questions, Harriet wanted to tell me a little myth. According to her, this myth symbolized the position of the author that I adopt.

I am in a telephone chamber, after the end of the world. I can make as many calls as I want, there is no limit. It is not known if other people have survived or if my calls are just the monologue of an imbalanced person. Sometimes the call is short, as if they hang up on me; sometimes it lasts for hours, as if they listen to me with the curiosity of the guilty. There is no day or night; the situation cannot end.

Welcome to eternal life, Harriet.