Autor: Anders Kollberg
Editorial: Ottavio Ferrante
Año: 09/10/2026
ISBN: 9785020100923
Encuadernación: Tapa blanda
Páginas: 192 pp.
Idioma: eng
EAN: 9785020100923
The generator house was the warmest room at Storsjo Station, and that was not saying much. Erik Lindqvist had measured it that morning with the old mercury thermometer that hung by the door: fourteen degrees above freezing, two degrees less than the previous week, three degrees less than the manual promised. The manual had been written in 1987 by a man who no longer answered his telephone, and the station no longer matched its manual in any respect that mattered.ùErik stood in the doorway with his coffee and watched the diesel engine breathe. It was a Volvo Penta, twelve years old, rebuilt twice. When it inhaled, the whole shed shifted on its footings and the metal shelf above the workbench rattled, and the sound traveled out through the walls into the snow, where it died within twenty meters because the cold ate sound the way it ate everything else. He had learned that in his first winter here, sixteen years ago: that the snow was not empty. It was full of a dense, cottony silence that pressed against the eardrums and made men speak more quietly than they needed to. You learned to lower your voice at Storsjo even when no one was listening, because the landscape had the quality of a room in which someone He drank the coffee. It tasted of the aluminum pot and of the powdered creamer and faintly, underneath, of diesel. Everything at Storsjo tasted faintly of diesel. He had stopped noticing it years ago, the way a man stops noticing the smell of his own house, and then one day a visiting geologist from Uppsala had asked him, with real curiosity, how he could stand it, and Erik had understood that he could no longer taste it at all. That was how the station worked on a person. It removed the ability to notice what had become normal
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