Intro. Aurora D'angelo arrived at the publishing house one gray morning, with the punctuality of someone who does not want to attract attention. The building received her with its usual solemnity: long hallways, closed doors, a silence that seemed to command respect. His office was small and proper. He left his coat, arranged his things carefully, and sat in front of the desk as if that space had always belonged to him. He turned on the computer and began to install. For a few minutes, everything remained calm. Then the noise started.
A drill pierced the adjacent wall with a sharp, persistent hum. Aurora tensed. The sound pierced the air, vibrating on the floor and on the desk. He tried to ignore it, but it came back again and again, constant, impossible to avoid. On the other side, Max Järvi was working without haste. He drilled holes in the wall with precision, as if altering the structure was a natural part of his task. Each perforation broke a little of the stability that the publishing house dominated.