On Friday, November 24, 1944 in Cologne, Private Robert Bradley, posted as a scout from the Sixteenth Corps, Third US Army, Twelfth American Army Group, submachine gun in hand, his ears pricked and his eyes alert, discovered the dislocated body of what seemed to be a girl, her waist fixed flat by a wide leather belt to an upside down bed, lying across it, her head thrown back and her arms dangling. Motionless, with hollow eyes.
On the first day of the year 2005, there was an unpleasant surprise in store for the inhabitants of the peaceful Provençal village of Les Valats. In one of the houses, the first rays of bright, cold sunshine came in through the southern skylight and lit the living room wall where the blurred and grey shadow of a body was swinging.
Alternating between the history of Ukraine and the landscapes of Provence as backdrop, the authors invite the reader to delve into an intriguing destiny where local anecdotes are blended with authentic events, right to the tormented depths of their characters. In this narrative ride through space and time, is it possible to determine who the culprits are the victims of?
Amigo, ¡abre el oído de tu corazón! Escucharás la historia de la estatua más hermosa jamás cincelada desde que Pigmalión esculpió en la leyenda. Es un arcángel de piedra, sin alas, sin espada ni escudo, y nadie nunca lo ha podido ver, pues su creador decidió colocar su obra debajo de uno de los arbotantes más altos de la catedral de Ruán. En la sombra del arco, justo debajo de la bóveda de los cielos, el arcángel se esconde de los hombres para ofrecerse a Dios y servirle de centinela en las puertas del Altísimo.
El hombre que esculpió esta maravilla se llamaba Pierre Toussaint y conocía el lenguaje secreto de la piedra.
