A woman in her late 40s meets a man in his early 20s, and after more than forty years spent in the bourgeoisie, during which everything had its well-established order, the woman suddenly discovers the unknown depths of her own feelings. Twenty-four hours from the life of a woman, after which nothing is the same as before.
After the waves of happiness comes the crash, and a happy ending really looks different. But can there be love at all without at least a hint of such absolute feelings? Isn't that what makes us human in the first place? And as Stefan Zweig says, "Once you have found yourself, there is nothing in the world to lose!"
By and with Anette Daugardt