Some sequences from "I'm thinking about Weronica", 2009
(text by Malin Nilsson)
(the english translation is a bit shortened)
She was our neighbour when I was a kid.
She was visually handicapped and she sang. Such a personality!
No one was like her! She was big & loud.
As a kid, she was left to boarding school. Crying. And all alone.
She let me use the earrings that she'd got from Diana Ross.
When the cancer came, we didn't understand. She was so alive.
I was 17 & didn't know what to say.