"Yesterday there was sunshine. It came suddenly and stayed nine hours. Hana counted them. The sun was brutally bright, shedding an indecent light on hidden aspects of the village. There‘s hunger written on the faces of all its inhabitants. Winter meals of beans and a few potatoes have made their eyes spectral. It‘s up to no good, that sun. It crept up on them so stealthily they hadn‘t had time to hide or disguise their suffering."