What if the story cuts through a very perverse sense of humor? What if people for whom the war has become work in 8 years find themselves at a point where changes can lead to completely unpredictable consequences? The novel is about that. And also that it is possible, being a rational soldier to the core, thinking the logic of war, to remain a person. So, the year is one thousand seven hundredth of the Nativity of Christ. It's November, damp and Swedes...