The man who killed his beloved?€Light. Maria is standing by the window with a cup of tea - she walks restlessly around the room, €then attempts to settle down, but isn't able to. She starts reading a magazine, then lights a€cigarette, nervously fumbling with the lighter/matchsticks. The phone rings, she drops the matches€/lighter to the floor - 'damn it'.€€€Maria: Hallo? Yes, it's me. Yees. No, I'm fine. Yes...€ Well.. well, I'm really quite busy at the moment, so... call€ me back tomorrow. No it's all right. Of course not, it's just€ that I'm occupied right now... oh no... okay... bye...€€Maria continue waiting, after a while she turns on the radio. Light music in sharp contrast to the€situation. The doorbell rings. In a stressed manner, Maria jumps up, checks the condition of the€room, then pulls herself together and walk slowly into the hallway. (Offstage)€€€Maria: No, but... good evening... are you visiting me ? And you even use the doorbell€ as well? Not bad at all...€€Robert