Tomorrow Clarice is going camping with his grandmother. He's already prepared everything: the tent, the sleeping bag, the stuffed dog, the flashlight — to find things lost in the dark — and the book that his grandmother will read to him, among other stories. Those of the animals in the jungle, who lose their skin to grow, or who howl when they lose the ones they love. In between, he writes a very unscientific treatise on what it is like to lose — because you haven't won — and to lose — because you haven't (yet) found. — Catarina Sobral