Babo’s Telephone is a precious gift. Just as precious as it is to touch someone's life – especially the life of a whole family, a huge family – with its little secrets and great revelations, funny and sad life, deafening losses and daily inconspicuous exploits. With real people – in a suit of British cut and a simple nightgown, in grief and joy, in life and death. 

One by one the heroines leave the pages of the book, one by one the telephone lines are cut off. But the lace of mutual care, woven by them from improvised simple things – thick cutlets up to clean sheets – with love and devotion, turns out to be stronger than the most durable wire. The wire is torn, memory is never.