Mirta is a Moldoval young woman transplanted in Rome looking for work. Behind her she left a world of misery and suffering, and above all Ilie, the child of her, all that she has beautiful and gives her support in this life of new sacrifices and humiliation. First Nuncio then Ms. Mazzanti, "who had turned off a December night, under Christmas, but the family had not renounced the tree to the gifts and Panettone", then Olivia and now Eleonora. All people won by existence and years, often abandoned by their own family. To accude you there, mythlete, who does not know her but accompanies her to her death by sharing with them an intimacy made of care and small daily attentions. Here is what we are, seem to tell us Manzini in this surprising novel and detector with a female character of great strength and beauty at the center, fighting a ruthless destiny: his, who does not give you truce, and that of the people who must look after, Sun and voted at the end. "In despair we are the same," says Eleonora, rich and behind a life of beauty, in Mirta, preance with all the energies he has to build a future of serenity for himself and for his son, in the last, intense and contradictory Report between two women who, sun and at the bottom of the barrel, end up resembling. From the eyes and words of Mirta the portrait of a society that seems not to know the tenderness.