By the time autumn returns to the compound, Iris is four months old and the archive's publication project has reached its halfway point, and the two facts exist alongside each other in the specific, ordinary way that significant things and quiet, sustained work always do in this place.
Nadia has been editing for five months. The accessible version of the archive is taking shape under her hands with the same structural clarity she brought to her investigative account, Irina's framework providing the chronological spine, Gregor's foreword setting the terms of engagement, the individual accounts woven through in a sequence that Nadia has spent considerable time arranging so that the human voices speak to each other across the gaps in time.
She comes to the compound on a Thursday in October
