About the book: 2021 / When I look into my eyes in the mirror, I see my brother’s eyes. I never thought before that we were so similar. He passed away, and I shaved my head bald. Now all I have is a wall of exclusion. I can still hear his voice: “Liz, we used to be stardust, you and me.” All that was left from him was a note with the words: “I’m sorry.” And hope that what happened is not true. And then letters began to arrive on his behalf. One of them contained a ticket to the House of Arts. I didn’t think that it was there that I would meet a person whose warmth would warm me. I will feel calm next to him. Perhaps together it will become easier for us to cope with our pain. I will still miss my brother. But one day I'll have to let him go forever…