I didn't create anything, I didn't compose anything. This is how Joseph Root writes in the introduction to his novel, to assure us that he was an observer, an auditor, and a storyteller who understood early on that he was in this world a fugitive without end. Franz Tunda, an Austrian officer, succeeds in escaping from Russian captivity in World War I. He has an adventure full of paradoxes in terms of the Bolshevik Revolution and the Russian Civil War, and then moves him between several cities such as Moscow, Baku, Berlin and Paris. Each city in them was a temporary station in which he was preparing to leave - to escape without end, to portray the mortal Europe at that time from the eye of the lost in the world.
