Ana, My Love Page #4

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I understand. OK.

In two weeks.

Thank you. Bye.

He says it's normal.

It could take up to six months

for it to take effect.

I don't get this bullshit.

If it takes effect later,

why is it harming me now?

The positive effects will come, too.

F*** the positive effects.

He said it could be psychosomatic.

I'm sick of experiments!

So, what's the plan?

I'll take my old meds again

and gradually lower the dose.

You've started with these,

now see it through!

But why double the dose?

Where's the sense?

Ana...

It depends on you, too.

How about you take them for a week?

See what it's like.

How about I say "f*** it all"?

Take the pills or I'm out.

You can f*** up your life

on your own. Got it?

Honey!

Hey.

Hey.

Ana?

Honey, take the key out.

Ana!

Yeah!

Ana!

Ana! What happened?

Ana? Wake up!

How many did you take?

Can you hear me?

When did you take them?

Should I call an ambulance?

Ana!

F***!

Your phone was off.

My phone...

I went to get your course notes,

pay the bills, get food...

You left me alone.

How did I leave you alone, dearest?

On, God.

There. On your back.

Careful. OK.

OK! There you are.

Careful. And down.

Excuse me?

What happened?

Thanks.

Make sure no one comes in.

And call an ambulance, please.

Fulger Ionut!

They thought it was attempted suicide.

What were they looking at?

Admiring my tonsils.

Let me see.

Give over!

Open your mouth.

Tongue out!

What's that?

A congenital malformation.

Does it hurt?

What did they say?

That it might be a tumor.

They called the oncologist.

- You should do some tests.

- It's congenital, got it?

A cab for the Municipal Hospital, please.

Front entrance.

Toma.

Wait.

Yeah. We're out.

I'm downtown.

I'm fine.

Has something happened?

OK.

OK, bye.

My mother had

a nightmare about me.

Sorry!

How's the little bad wolf?

He just fell asleep.

How about the big bad wolf?

Fine.

Miruna said it's not OK

you paying for my therapy.

Well, you pay for it then!

Just kidding. It's our money.

Well. I should earn my own.

How?

Something part-time.

I could work from home.

What else did you talk about?

I told her how I ran away from home

when Igor beat up my mom,

and they came to my aunt's place

and dragged me home.

And I associated it with that dream

where I locked the door

and Igor broke it down.

When I wet myself.

So it was like a rape.

Like I said.

Better just talk to me.

We can save that money.

You're silly.

I felt guilty for not intervening.

So in the dream I became the victim...

When...

What?

I identified with my mum,

and wanted to take her place.

What are you thinking about?

Something silly.

About the rape...

The door was the hymen,

the room was the vagina.

The point is

how I'm processing it emotionally.

I'm going in, I'm cold.

How about I talk to Bogdan?

You can take over

his column in Beau Monde.

He wants to quit anyway.

You'd help him out.

We'll see.

Oh yeah? What f***ing sins

has the poor child committed?

The confessor is essential for the child's

harmonious spiritual growth, Bogdan.

Cut the bullshit.

What's harmonious about refusing

the natural urge to f***?

At least sometimes.

That's why people end up with issues.

They can't live as they please.

The priest won't even

let you jerk off.

They tell kids it makes them blind.

So you'd like our son

to masturbate all day?

Not all day.

But at his age he should be

exploring his own body.

- How old is Mario?

- Eight and a half.

He's old enough.

I think it's OK to forbid

a grown man from masturbating.

Well, if the wife won't do

her unorthodox conjugal duty?

- Yes, love.

- Who, me?

Seriously, about masturbation.

Maybe it's a compromise

in a marriage, you know?

Depends who you're thinking about.

You're right!

So you never think about another man

when you're f***ing this guy?

What?

You never think about another chick

when you f*** her?

Not all men

are p*ssy hounds like you.

Look at you, all innocent!

Let's be honest.

Jerking off saves marriages.

You want to f*** a sexy b*tch,

but you love your wife.

So you jerk off thinking of some

chick's tight p*ssy.

What's so bad about that?

It's a daydream. A phantasm.

Projecting an archetype, the anima...

Look how she's laughing!

Talk philosophical and

she gets all wet.

Show me a couple that's made it

to old age without infidelity.

You can't. You'd go crazy.

Miss Ana! You're so naive!

How can apparently

intelligent people like you

refuse to give up

this hypocritical naivety?

Us intellectuals, we're idealistic.

That's why you don't leave the house?

Or because you enjoy suffering.

F*** you. What do you mean?

I'm crazy?

Can you hear yourself?

Leave me alone, Toma.

See what I put up with?

That's life!

If you're so f***ing smart,

what's the solution?

Enlighten us.

There's no solution for

a sad motherf***er like you.

But the Scandinavians

have invented a system.

They have time-limited contracts.

Not like Romanians,

suffering together for eternity.

- How do you put up with him?

- I don't know.

So why not have

an open relationship, then?

We're Latins! Romanians would

never let anyone else screw their wives.

"Romanians" means you, right?

So you'd like to have affairs,

but not me?

Why?

Don't you screw the Almighty?

Isn't He your refuge?

I need to piss, so to speak.

You're a prick, so to speak.

- Women!

- You're pathetic.

Joking aside, he's going crazy.

Last week he went to my confessor

and said a load of crap.

He went to confession?

Yeah, right.

He went to poke fun.

Toma went a couple of years ago.

Yeah, it was quite something.

The priest stank of alcohol!

You can't go to just anyone.

A priest from Cluj

came to uni a year ago.

Right.

He was cool. Open-minded.

He was OK.

A bit of a show-off.

- Filimon?

- You know him?

Sure. Why not go to him?

How? Commute to Cluj?

I'll send you

to Father Eftimie, in Targoviste.

He's strict.

But it's better than being

absolved wholesale.

She's indoctrinating you, too?

I'd like to go.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

Look! Ana's come back to life!

I told you it's all in your head.

You love crying over nothing.

Do you believe in anything

besides your theories?

Other than logic and physics?

Like what?

Your anxieties and phobias?

What did I say?

- You forgot them.

- I know. Thanks!

- God bless.

- God bless. We'll be in touch.

- Can we go?

- Give me a minute.

You?

I'm tired.

What did you think?

He said you were born premature.

What do you mean?

That you were born at 7 months.

- He said that?

- Yeah.

- He said I was born at 7 months?

- Yeah!

I didn't say a thing.

What?

You were born at 7 months?

How does he know?

How would I know?

I didn't know myself!

How long did he give you?

You?

Seven years of penance.

You?

What about the wedding?

The civil ceremony is the problem.

He'd do the religious part anytime.

It'll be another month or so

before we have the paperwork.

So? How long?

Fourteen years.

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