When I write my books, I listen and sniff around like an old witch, trying to find traces of history in the centuries-old dense forest of pages. Those traces are left for me by the work itself: like something alive, it gently leads me forward, allowing me to go deeper into the main action. And even when I’m already there, right in the middle of the story, I still don’t know how it will all end… Katya Beiaz