The climate crisis is out of control. Rising temperatures transform societies and force a radical change in life. The water is a treasure, the shadow a salvation, the night the new day and the day a space forbidden by the touch of military rest.

A phenomenon within this chaotic world are the points where buildings and concrete capture heat and prevent its release. These “heat islands”, like the accounts in this book, contain the abandonment and incommunication of those who suffer, the attempts of the population to refresh themselves in any way or the exploitation of the unsalted to survive. As parts of the city rearrange in this hell, a spontaneous fire consumes the hill to the height of the Virgin, unleashing some kind of superstition.