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Lahden kansanopisto presents
Jenny Yrjölä's short film
Could you light a candle?
It was locked, totally frozen shut.
Had to wipe snow for a long time.
But it did finally open, and started.
Are you visiting your parents' at Christmas?
Well, dropping by at least.
You could ask them here sometime, introduce us.
Hey I gotta go.
We'll see at half past four, I'll drop by the market.
Have you been waiting for long?
Well, enough.
Sorry, I had to make a way to the storage
since nobody else has bothered to.
No no, that's good.
Could you light a candle?
There are some in the kitchen, down there.
It's the the second one from the base.
I remember a blackout when I was little.
There were candles everywhere.
Mom said that a soul needs light to live.
I'm burning candles only on the grave.
Sixteenth of May.
Maybe they're keeping the soul alive.
Sixteenth of May?
My mom died in car crash. I was three.
I didn't understand it back then. Only later.
But I've always had father. Good father.
What kind of parents do you have?
You've said sometime that they're living far away.
Yeah.
Yeah...
If you want, you could meet them at the weekend.
They're here.
Really? I'm free on friday and sunday.
We'll go on sunday. But on one condition.
The sky was clear, we came from a market.
Wait.
That's when I saw a swallow, first one in the spring.
Dad said that when you're big you can fly,
if you just believe.
One summer we were on a picnic, all three of us.
We made floral wreaths.
Or mom did.
I was sitting next to her, drinking juice.
I felt like she was using magic or something
when the flowers suddenly took a form of a circle.
When dad got a wreath he looked just like an angel.
Or so I thought.
Mom wiped marker away from my cheek,
she wasn't even angry.
There were leaves falling outside,
dad went through the yard gate.
I guess he dropped the key.
Yeah.
Wait.
Are you ready?