Loves me, loves me not - Per Nilsson

When he first saw Ann-Katrin on the bus, he was enchanted, mesmerized, captivated, smitten.

But now he sits alone in his room, a sixteen-year-old boy, with all the objects collected from their short-lived relationship in front of him. He tears up the bus pass from their first meeting. He drops the pot of lemon balm she gave him over the edge of his balcony. He throws the black frisbee and the Swiss army knife over too. Systematically he destroys each item. As he plays the movie of his past over in his head, memory and reality blend into one story, the final show.