Are our parents the only ones? Or perhaps also the houses, the streets, the squares and the alleys? Could it be the teachers of all kinds, the old classmates and our friends, alive and dead, who crawl in the night and search for us every time we are late to return?
Some returns are described in the short stories of this book. In space, time, and people. Slow? Maybe. Selective? It couldn't be otherwise. Interesting? Perhaps.