When I write my books, I listen and sniff around, like an old witch, to find traces of history in the age-old dense forest of the pages. Those traces are left for me by the work itself—because, like something alive, it gently leads me onward, letting me penetrate into the main action. Even when I’m already there, right in the middle of the story, I still have no idea how it all will end… Katya Beyaz