La pasajera (“The Passer-by”), is a 37-year-old single mother living in Montevideo. Having sensed their love was fading, she separated from the father of her children, for whom she had once given up her treasured nomadic existence. The void left behind could not be filled even by her increasingly independent children or her teaching profession.
One evening, as a torrential downpour of rain threatens to wash away the city, she is given a lift by a 25-year-old student in his car and leaves behind her bag including her diary. In this she has confided her daily thoughts and feelings, pierced by solitude and doubt, with honesty and bar any pretence. Now plagued by the question whether the student has read everything, she buys a new journal and continues her writing: About her shame of having been discovered, but also her shame of developing tender feelings for the mobility impaired student. She shuns all contact, even feigns sickness in order to avoid appearing in lessons; yet she cannot resist the emerging love.
This intimate diary is now rendered to the reader in the form of a novel: A tender, literary confession, which, owing to the author’s exceptional observational and narrative skill, finds its suspense in everyday life.