“This book is not a memoir. Rather, it is an experience of plebeian street criticism. Moreover, the street in question is at night, on the outskirts, deserted. What city is she in? Don't know. How did I get on it? I hurried to the station to rush away from the overtaking ghosts to another unfamiliar city... In this book, I was led by the hand by two authors whom I consider - rather arrogantly - to be my friends. This is Varlam Shalamov and Giorgio Agamben, poet and philosopher. They are the best, most reliable guides you can imagine. But I don’t know if I’m a good companion for my drivers.”...A. Brener