“They live together in that house, Joel Gustafson and his father. And both of them dream, in their different ways, about Joel’s mum, Jenny, who simply vanished one day. Packed a suitcase and went away.”
″... there was a little Arabian carpet that Samuel had bought ages ago in some Mediterranean port or other. It was not bigger than a doormat. But when Joel was a little lad, Samuel had told him stories about its magical properties.”