The White Book

Only two hours after her birth. The novel resorts to exploring white things; the swaddle that was at the same time a coffin for her sister, the mother's milk that her sister couldn't drink, the blank page she tried to rewrite the story on, and others. Through poetic and dense language, the narrator roams the streets unfamiliar to her and covered with snow, where buildings were crushed during the war. The identity of those streets intertwines and entangles, and the narrator finds herself asking: "Can I give my sister this life?"