three granddaughters with the same mechanical voice write a letter to their “dear grandpa”. maybe they are twins, surely they resemble each other like sisters. they find themselves in different countries, yet in the same place. they confess their miserable and paralyzed lives to their octogenarian despot, asking him the reason for his resentment for goethe, calvino and wallace and the reason for his unmentioned and unmentionable love-hate for stravinsky. the appearance of the grandfather will clarify all doubts.
