«This autofiction not only serves to define the self according to what it’s experienced/written, but also as a social, political, health and economic protest (…) Self-fiction becomes a weapon and as a shield at the same time (…) Suspense works. The extension is right, it has personality and plays with the plot by making us read in a straight line within circles of joined information.» Carlos Zanón, El País

«Although Hachemi counteracts the opressive mood with a subtle background humor that feels like a bit of fresh air, the landscape and the setting become more and more disturbing. In the French summer, the lurking danger is stirred by the naive freshness of these increasingly tense kids, creating a compelling and somewhat Kafkaesque atmosphere (...) Hachemi creates a delicately disturbing narration that contains anger, disappointment and helplessness.» Gabi Martínez, La Vanguardia

«Endless sounds and concepts echo throughout these pages, sometimes apocalyptic and sometimes with faked naivity.» Qué Leer

«Hachemi writes a story whose different chain links are joined around a central abyss working at the same time as a magnet and a rejection point.» María Teresa Lezcano, Diario Sur