It is still the eighteenth of November, but the faces are different, the weather is colder. She realises that she has found a way out of her endless autumn. As she travels, she begins to hope for a new future, one that will run in parallel to the eighteenth of November, one that she must build for herself.

They do not remember the other 18ths of November, and they do not believe her when she tries to explain. As Tara approaches her 365th 18th of November, she can't shake the feeling that somewhere underneath the surface of this day, there's a way to escape. WINNER OF THE 2022 NORDIC COUNCIL LITERATURE PRIZE

The International Booker Prize-shortlisted European masterpiece continues.