Script Excerpt (English translation):
Interior, evening, father and child at the table. A tear beneath each of the child’s eyes, glimmering. The father takes a match from the box, lights it, and extinguishes it in his mouth.
Child: “I am a bird. I am a butterfly. I am a tree. I am free.”
Father: “There is an end and a beginning, a time to act and a time to sleep. Aren’t you hungry?”
Child: “I went climbing today. It was sunny and mild. The birds called me into the distance.”
Father: “What is the most important thing in life?”
Child: “Me, right?”
Father: “What are you hungry for? You are young. You see, we are drifting—a bird without a tree, a butterfly without wind beneath its wings.”
The fire walks with me. by Christin Berg