2 months before she died she wreathed in pains. Pumped up with drugs that wouldn't help. A situation that's hard to imagine. I stood aside and just cried. No time for discussion about God or so.
there was no conversation. we had a shoot close to the hradschin when i asked her one of the questions that move me a lot: do you believe in a god? she answered: no. why should i? i liked her answer, but we didn't talk more about this issue. i have to admit that i saw ourselves sitting at a firecamp many years later in the future talking about that and many other issues. i'm very sad this can't happen anymore.
This is so unreal that you would say something about a campfire. After she had passed I actually had a dream that included myself and about 20 other people around a campfire. talking with Andrea. About what it has been like on the other side. Now that's ironic. Or is it? WOW
