Peter Westberg

A phantom itch spreads over Benita's body in the Santa Claus costume; she scratches her forearm with her long manicured nails. Restlessness is driving her mad. She stands with a microphone in her hand in a room full of sex addicts, sixteen days after the first Advent and the relapse that cost her her job as a Santa Claus mother in a mall.

"Camilla dragged Angelo to a standing position and then pushed him down on the office chair. She looked out through the glass doors and Angelo's gaze followed. In the corridor outside, he saw several couples engaged in naked, sweaty sex, judging by the sounds. " It's 1999 and new millennium is fast approaching, but in the Perfume Factory, work is still in full swing.