Hollyrings her school to tell them she is staying at home.
She just cant bring herself to go.
Bad things are going to happen today, she says just above a whisper, her voice cracking.
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It is hard to see why.
Two ends of the same straw, each tormenting in their own way.
A fire breaks out in the school.
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Anna (Greet Verstraete) is a candles and essential oils kind of person.
She sees smiles spread across the drawn faces of these sad adults when she approaches with trays of sandwiches.
She holds their hands.
There is something special there, Anna tells her partner.
There are no magical movements of objects, no demonic possession.
They go to heaven, I think, she says.
Her one demonstrable power is empathy.
Arguably, that could be true of anybody.
What is undoubtedly true is that Holly comes from nothing.
There is not much beyond a couple of blackened bananas.
Her mother (Els Deceukelier) lies on the couch in a mess of blankets, numbed by television.
In a sense, however, he is her first initiate.
Its cheap, but not cheap enough for them to buy.
Some people pay her for whatever help she brings.
At first she refuses.
Can it only be pure, untouched by filthy lucre?
How pure is the desire for a supernatural helping hand in the first place?
Holly is just a young girl.
She clearly shares their beliefs, as all shamans must believe in their own spells.
It gives her purpose, but those who want to depend on her also want to blame her.
Troch lets these shades of experience rise to the surface slowly.
Very slowly, in fact.
