Illona walks on the sand on a beach in Iceland. The wind lifts up the train of her strapless dress on the overcast day. She sits on the sand, closes her eyes and spreads out her arms.
Opening the doors of a church, she walks to the altar and prays at the coffin. She lies some flowers on a grave. Photographers crowd her as they take her picture on the church steps. She stares into their cameras. Back on the beach, she digs her hands into the sand. Several young women dance by the waterfall at night. She joins in the routine.
Ilona puts her hand on the coffin. The photographers were pressed to the window. Some were standing on ladders, taking pictures through the stained glass windows. Her boyfriend was at rest. Glancing at the ceiling, she knows he was with her somewhere in the church. She could go on. The photographers called her name. Her identity was known. They had learned some of the story.
The photographers call her beautiful and ask her to turn as she stands on the steps. Some express their sympathies. She walks down the steps. A twentysomething man opens the door to his car. Her boyfriend had given her a driver. While in the medical wing of his home, he told her to he’d take care of her. It had been her home. Although they loved each other in secret, the world would find out upon his death.
Although she had prepared answers, she tore up her notes. She told the reporters she had only one part of his life. The wind blows her hair, almost knocking off her veil. The apparent disapproval from his spirit had been expected. She was free to tell the world now. No need to keep their relationship a secret. However, it was their story and she wanted to keep it to herself. She had no desire to profit from it.
Director: N/A Year: 1999