By Janina Kauz
I stumbled upon this book in a bookstore in Amsterdam. What caught my eye was the girl on the cover in her glaring yellow jacket and short skirt, a rather odd choice of clothes. On her face, she wore an expression of almost defiant amusement, as if to say: “Here I am, that’s it, this is me. By the way, you are strange too, amusingly strange.” It was only after contemplating this girl and her appearance that I finally turned to the book’s title. It read: The Opposite of Loneliness. Inevitably, I wondered: “What is the opposite of loneliness?” That was all it took for me to be captured by this book.
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