高三的时候，记得还有两天就要高考，我同宿舍的一个女生，晚上息灯后，偷偷跑出去谈恋爱。可能玩的太晚的原因吧，她和男友在田径场草坪上，相互抱着睡着了，到清晨，才被发现。当时，我去送卷子，看到校长对政教主任大发雷霆：“你这常规纪律咋抓的?丢人不?”。说到这，校长递给主任一根烟，又道：“你说，我那儿子，咋就看上你闺女了呢?……”。

Whenthefilmbegins,itisallover.“Weknowit’sterminal,andthat’sall”,saysJulianeofhermotherKerstin,whoisingreatpainandabouttodieagedjust64.Althoughtheyoungdoctorsheconsultsacknowledgesonapersonallevelthateveryonehastherighttomanagetheirowndeath,henonethelessremindsherthateuthanasiaisstillillegalinGermany.ThisisevenmorethecaseattheCatholichospicewhereKerstinisstaying.Asrelativescometosaygoodbyetohermotherandtheemotionsofmemoriesminglewiththeanticipationofgrief,Julianefindsherselfhavingtodobattlewithtime–unbending,apatheticandmonochrome–andthisissuperblyreflectedintheconvulsionsofthehandheldcamerainwideshots.Basedonpersonalexperience,JessicaKrummacher’ssecondfeaturefilmvividlyrelatesthepainfulstoryoflosingaparent.Thereisnoviolenceormorbidity,ratherthedirectordescribesthemostimportantofeventsviathesmallest,mostfragileofdetails–theexchangingofwords,textsandtendergesturesthatremainwithusandgetunderourskin.