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Evolution taught humans to love; a few horses can pull a cart more easily. While you love, you live. Bla bla bla. So why does love destroy us so effectively? Dreamed-of, platonic, unreturned, even fulfilled love. Does love know anything other than biting its own tail?
Zoja does not believe in love. The only thing she fears more than love is death. Unlike love, she has looked death in the eye before. Vladimir laughs at love after all those years spent in the beds of dissatisfied women past their prime, while the inhabitants of Chudá Lehota only love their memories.
They met by chance, but it turns out that chance might have had some helpers. In the story, there’s a lot of lying, stealing, and even some catastrophes, but at the beginning, there was an ugly thing and an egg in a weather station. Zoja and Vladimir are stuck in a dying village and preparing for the end of the world. And in the middle of that, something's always up with the weather. How many conversations must we survive before we stop conversing and allow words to truly say what’s never said? Who knows how it will end, but as they say—this is love in the time of Covid.
Through an intimate love story maimed by the malice of both big and small blows of fate, the author of well-known historical novels, which oscillate between fact and fiction, returns with a novel set in the present with a hint of sci-fi, once again focusing on well-observed situations, precise work with dialogue of full-blooded characters, and surprising plot twists. The persistent flow of lively dialogue grabs the reader from the first page and won’t let go until the final words of the story, which are also the first words of another rare love.