This short book has been easy to finish but hard to read.

The story is about Rosa, a survivor of the concentration camps. Rosa lost her baby to the Nazis, watching her being murdered. She never stops mourning her, never accepting her baby's death, never quite stepping out of her delusions.

She quotes her niece about the lives of survivors. Where normal people have nine lives, like cats, survivors have only three.
Before. During. After.
Rosa responds:
"Before is a dream. After is a joke. Only during stays. And to call it a life is a lie."

I think this nicely, painfully, sums up the book -- how Rosa cannot live anywhere else but there.

Rosa is a mother. Rosa is a woman watching the world moving on. Oblivious. Seemingly living a lie after the horror of the camps.
Rosa lost her baby.
The line between sanity and insanity is thin.
Rosa has gone mad.