Iceland, Christmas Eve. At this time of year, residents see almost no white light - there is only polar night around. In Reykjavik, lives the main character Domhild, a midwife who inherited an apartment from her grandmother, also a former midwife. While the Icelanders are preparing for a terrible storm that is about to hit the island, Domhild discovers that her grandmother left her manuscripts. They contain reflections on human nature and accidents. Unusual, but, as always, exquisite, verified and as if carved from bone, Olafsdottir’s book about birth and death, about the most fragile and vulnerable animal, an animal born without feathers and down, wool and scales — about a person. “The idea came to me when I learned that apartments are quite often sold along with the property of the deceased. It turns out that no one needs the treasures we collect,” the author admitted in an interview. Cover design by Rina Polichenkova