The novel, previously revised into Italian, is now undergoing an updated English translation.

I finally wrote down this story after facing considerable reluctance.
The tale you’re about to read is either about a man who no longer recognizes himself, or perhaps it’s about another individual who won’t recognize themselves in him. This might be a genuine chronicle, which the protagonist undoubtedly perceives as such, yet it inevitably transcends the boundaries of straightforward narration, delving into the intricate realms of imagination.
The duration of all events is limited to 24 hours. A single day when the protagonist, against his will, finds himself living, suffering, or perhaps just dreaming the greatest and most frightening mystery of his entire existence.

Are we sure that our minds are not secretly walking around without saying anything? To return after a few minutes or maybe after an hour … or a month … a year … or never again? When it comes back to us, are we sure it has always belonged to us? On the other hand, on the contrary, did we share it with another person…? Moreover, with whom? A double of ourselves? One who lives parallel to us?