The second book of the saga is the story of Kim Hana and her daughter Yoon Sori, with the action moving mostly between Warsaw and Cracow.
Summer is upon us, and the weather's turned scorching hot for the last few days, but it's early spring in the novel, so I'm experiencing a little dissonance each time I put away my laptop. I guess all authors spend their life with one foot in the fictional world.
Is the violin really playing? Or is it the echo of the story again?