It is not a "do gooder" book, let alone a fictionalized pink shades or a meatloaf of copy-paste and historicist-environmental codizionamenti; even as ransom to a latent guilt or clear, whose protagonist is absolutely free. Of course the absurd will find an explanation, an epilogue, but that's not the point. I told a story without feeling "judge". I looked through the eyes of evil adult became a reality after the abuse and how the abuse is capable of mixing blood and senses, even where love is not. There is a strange and unhealthy empathy between Samuel and Ela, morbid and cried for him (Samuel), silent and invasive surgery for her (Ela). Were created by evil and by evil that degenerate.