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It seems that all the stories in this book are about death, because they are about the last days of the characters. But no. They are about the last days of the old life. About the last drops of futile patience. About the last days of the game of emotionless silence. About resistance and love. About the one who will open the door you need and say (or not, because silence is sometimes clearer than words) what you no longer expected to hear.