Francesco Migali left his hometown many years ago. His relationship with his father – never very intense – has become increasingly frayed, leaving him with an almost unbridgeable sense of loss. So, when the university he works for presents him with the opportunity to study more closely a bloody event that occurred in the 1930s in the small community where his father was born, he wastes no time and leaves for Sardinia. It is here that the protagonist will try to piece together the threads of those criminal events that, in some ways, touch him closely.
Digging into the past, between reticence and half-truths, he will discover that not everything has been told, that the scenario imagined up to that moment is very different, even more absurd. On that fateful night many decades before – in which eight people were barbarously murdered, including women and children – everyone, without exception, had their part in a choral tragedy that time has not been able to fully erase.
