Wish

I knew it would make me cry, and it did.  A short drama film about David, a boy with only a short time to live. The tumour inside him is growing bigger and bigger, and the doctor describes the size of it in terms of fruits...

First a kiwi, then a peach, then at the end of the movie, a grapefruit... But important is not the size of his growing tumour, but his wish before he dies. He wants to have sex, to finally lose his virginity. But sex is not just like in the porn movies, his priest friend reminds him. Sex is best when there is love, where the love builds and develops.

David finds himself with a prostitute, but nothing happens. In the end, he realises that all he wants, all he wishes for is intimacy. It's not physical act or lust, it's the human touch, the very idea and very reality of lying next to another human being, of feeling the warmth of another body. The touch, a loving, intimate touch, is more meaningful than just sex.

What could be more reassuring, more comforting in the face of death to be touched, to be held and to be reassured that you are not alone...?