Labyrinth of Illusions

The obscure writer receives a call from an unknown number. A strange number appears on the screen. The handmade product... and then the labyrinth begins. The novel is divided into three parts, three voices, yet they all converge into a single book, from which one voice emerges. A voice that scatters, not emerging from the conservative past, but placing the reader there, in the past itself. And because the larger parts diverge in the labyrinth of their perspective, and arrive at a conclusion, necessarily the opposite. Within this plane, one story unfolds, but it asserts itself in more than one way. The story of the writer himself, who tries to conform to the structure, but is chosen by events, whims, and contrasts. The mysterious writer receives a phone call from an unknown number. A strange number appears on his phone screen. The kind voice offers help... and then the labyrinth begins. The novel is divided into three books/parts and three voices. Yet they all converge into a single book, from which one voice emerges. A voice that scatters and reveals not only the past, but also places the reader there, in the past itself. The voices intertwine and diverge in a labyrinth whose beginning we know but whose end we do not, and sometimes the reverse is true. In this extraordinary journey, one story unfolds, yet it speaks for itself in more ways than one. It is the story of the writer himself, striving to earn a living, but hindered by events, whims, and intelligence agencies.