Subjective images from a high point. Naked feet on the tip of a ledge. Overlooking black still water.

The camera shifts focus. The image zooms in and the blackness of the water fills the view.

Sudden change of perspective, image from below. A young woman stands on top of the cliff. Rises her hands over head. Dives slowly and gracefully towards the camera.

Change again and we see the womans feet disappear into black water with a smooth low splash.

The water movements on the surface slow down. Until it is absolutely still. There is no sign of the young woman.

A woman in training outfit by a pool. She has sunglasses, a whistle in a string around her neck. Girls stand in lines by a trampoline, we see their reflections in the glasses.

"She was almost there. Almost in the national team. She dived from all the high points she could find. Like an obsession. And she was good at it. When she hit the water there were no large splashes, just a sound like that of a discreet hand dipping into water.

It was like she were hanging in the air, gliding on air. After the accident at the camp, she stopped. Just like that. Stop.

No more practice, no more hanging out with her old team. It was the end. She said that water meant death."