Mila Haugova has written a moving book about the farewell of loved ones and the slipping away of one¿s own life. The starting point is a double loss: her mother dies and her lover goes his own way. During her dead mother¿s childhood and distant past, the loved ones have faced a hoped-for future. Now only a reduced daily life remains, shot through with ever present memories. Haugova overlays the departed, and now recalculated, images of childhood and days spent with her lover. Is it possible to find some memory of lost warmth in this cold world? Re-encounter and farewells are one in Haugoväs poetry: there