my own kind
Lilith recounts fragments of her life, that is governed by the expectations of others. She has silently accepted her fate - that of the functioning one. She watches her best friend escape the bleak town, while she remains, walking through the old, lonely house of her grandmothers, a child in her arm, being told there is nothing like motherhood. Lilith confides for the first time that she didn’t want it. That she couldn’t love it. That she regrets not only its death but also its birth. But is it the obligation of a mother to love her child?
Jan Philip Ernsting
- Mirjam Khera
- Marisa Estelrich
Internationale Kurzfilmtage Oberhausen - Deutscher Wettbewerb