‘A moving and direct study of frailty, love and time and luck and grief’ Guardian
Edvard Behrends is a diplomat, highly regarded for his work on international peace negotiations. Under his arbitration, unimaginable atrocities are coolly dissected; invisible lines, grown taut and frayed with conflict, redrawn.
In his latest post, Edvard has been sent to a nondescript hotel in the Tyrol. High up on this mountain, the air is bright and clear.
He confides in no one no one but his wife Anna. Anna, who he loves with all his heart; Anna, always present and yet forever absent.