As the reader accompanies her through the half-decayed streets of Battonya and the encroaching, buzzing, and shimmering nature, she tells of an old cinema, her connections with the villagers, a romance, and the gradual conquest of her own home in this new world. Carried by the rhythm of her language, everyday life in rural Banat becomes an experience; Kinsky makes it audible and tangible. In quietude, the world unfolds: words and things are imbued with meaning that arises from the slow approach to the foreign language. By looking closely, details are explored with a gaze that empathizes with the pain inherent in things but does not lament it.