Amantes Amentes

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Mirabel was like green grass for livestock, like a magnet for hammers, like psychiatry for psychopaths. Depressed, bipolar, former drug addicts; brilliant yet openly insane lunatics, men with egos as vast as the universe, all stuck to her like a slice of bread to the floor. The abundance of these individuals had turned her into a specialist in various psychiatric disorders, and she eagerly moved towards the next piece of trash in hopes of finding a diamond within it. Until she stumbled upon an old photograph from 1966 of unknown people, which hurled her back to 1930, through generations, mysteries, and unique human destinies—beautiful and charming in a "vintage" way, so intertwined and exciting that Mirabel managed to traverse Peru and Chile, Russia, Morocco, Switzerland, Vienna, and beyond, to unravel crimes, punishments, a lack of pride, and prejudices, all tangled threads... in her own way—not very skillfully, but almost effectively.