the book of loss, replicated here in its entirety, runs parallel to parts of the pink book and was meshikhte's best friend in daily life.

from russian class to cultural science tutorium, from s-bahn to housewarming party and classic cider at trudy's, from amsterdam premiere to warsaw conference - the book of loss was with meshikhte like the cloud of grief hanging over her at all times. 

when the pages ran out, that didn't mean meshikhte's tears did. but the end of the book of loss does indicate the end of a very peculiar kind of sorrow, the one that's optimistic and bearable and not unaware of its own looming expanse that's ready to burst, of the depths it will come to know.

the book of loss tastes like gösser radler, pizza, self-rolled blue american spirits, sake sushi and vegan candy. it sounds like the silence after music gets broken up by bad reception on the u-bahn, flight safety instructions, reminiscences, loud neighbors, angry phone calls and the surprising calm of hearing one's own voice talk confidently for the first time.