Heartbroken at 15, Clara still accompanies little Anja through Franz-Klühs Strassa to school in the morning, before the buses hum and bikes fly by. She holds back tears that burst into rainbows. The power of youth is so wide; their desire so strong and pure. And while Clara disregards this and that boy, she stops and fastens Anja’s shoes, so we can walk and not wobble over the asphalt road. She receives a text and a smile appears on her face. Everything feels so new, so fresh and yet so heavy.