Ana, My Love Page #6

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- Yes!

- Who's she with?

- No idea.

What are you doing here?

We were nearby.

I called earlier.

My phone was on silent.

- So he shouldn't eat for an hour?

- It's OK now.

Tudor, love!

Did he cry?

No, he was fine.

Did you see Radulescu?

We're going at 19:00.

- Who was that?

- Who do you mean?

That guy before.

A freelancer.

- How are you, sweetie?

- Good.

How was it? Did it hurt?

No? Good.

- So, who is he?

- A freelancer, Toma.

Show mummy what he did.

Swallow first.

So what were you doing

with him in town?

- I don't know what you mean.

- You don't know?

If you eat all this chocolate,

you'll go back to the dentist.

- Why?

- Because you'll get sick.

Why?

Because your teeth will fall out.

Why, why...

What, are you following me now?

Want to draw?

Why didn't they get a divorce?

Because of me, obviously.

I've been hearing this all my life.

A f***ed-up mentality.

Sounds familiar!

Hans the F***er,

as my dad called him, was German.

He did the paperwork,

wanted to take us to Germany.

In those days, that was something.

With you too?

And he was married.

Had two girls.

He got a divorce, went to my dad

and asked for my mother's hand.

That's unbelievable!

And your dad?

- Did they fight?

- No.

My dad never forgave her.

Later, he turned his guns on me.

Why?

My mum gave me all her attention.

- How old were you?

- Seven.

She swapped Hans for you.

My little Hans.

Is it my fault

that he couldn't divorce her?

They pretend they did it all for me!

What's he got against me, though?

Nothing. I keep telling you.

To him, all women are whores.

My mother isn't.

But she's still a woman.

And no, Miruna doesn't tell me

what to do.

Not at all!

She just encourages you

to suck old men's d*cks.

You're insane.

- Send me to a shrink, why don't you.

- Maybe you should go.

You should stop going.

You're clearly cured!

We've better things

to do with our money.

I'll decide what to do

with my money.

Oh! My money is ours,

but your money is yours?

That b*tch taught you

that you're financing me.

- That's what I paid for all these years?

- Toma!

What do you do there?

Analyze yourself or me?

What's taking so long?

How much longer

must I stand it?

What do you tell her about me?

Everything!

So Miruna knows

about the mole on my dick!

Relax, honey.

You're not that important.

Can't you see

you've gone to the other extreme?

What extreme?

Living like a normal person?

Going out? Working?

I need my independence, too.

So you want to break up.

I didn't say that.

Perhaps that's what you want,

and you'd like to blame me.

You're f***ing insane.

- Thanks!

- You're welcome.

Come on, Tudor!

Let's go home.

Did you like it?

Give me your hand.

Go to daddy and get changed.

- How was it?

- Cool!

- Cool?

- Cool.

You're the most horrible

person I've met.

No God, no morals,

no soul, nothing.

I invested everything in you.

I isolated myself from everyone.

I can't do it anymore.

I'm tired.

I'm exhausted.

Everything I've tried to do on my own...

I don't want

to depend on anyone again.

You're pulling me back.

You don't want what I do.

You probably think...

it's selfish.

Maybe it is.

But you don't know

the torment I've lived with.

And it's frustrating that

I can never make you understand.

You want me to be like I was before!

Sick, like before.

And I'm never ever going back there.

I wish...

I wish you could

have grown with me.

Grow with you?

Toma.

Toma.

I don't love you anymore.

And you don't love me.

I don't think you've ever loved me.

You were just attached to me.

I want a divorce.

You've got someone else, right?

No.

So who was that guy at the cafe?

You still cant tell me?

My dad.

I didn't tell you

so you wouldn't influence me.

He came back last year.

We met a few times.

I didn't want to at first.

But he insisted.

He's a good man.

He's got his own issues.

And Tudor likes him a lot.

Yeah?

Let's see.

What are you doing?

Let's not traumatize the child, please!

Get out of my life!

- Toma, listen to me!

- Enough!

Listen to me, honey!

Ana, get up!

Ana, darling!

Wake up!

Ana!

Do you remember who called?

Who do you think?

What do you think?

You know better

why you created that dream.

Yeah.

I kept thinking how you'd interpret it.

I guess you'd think that unconsciously...

I wanted to kill Ana

camouflaged in Igor's pyjamas,

or something.

If that's the first interpretation

you can think of...

Isn't it a bit over-the-top?

OK.

Next time, then.

We're done?

Yes.

We're pretty much out of time.

Out of time.

Pretty much.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye.

Until next time.

But isn't it possible...

...aren't there other possibilities?

Sure, there can be many.

Dreams usually distort things.

But it seems pretty clear,

don't you think?

Wait.

If Ana dies,

there's no possible reconciliation.

If Ana disappears,

Tudor stays with me.

In fact I'm trying to spare Tudor

what I went through with my parents?

It looks like that.

Because if I go back to her,

I'd be doing what my dad

did with my mum.

Yes.

I'm just wondering

if Ana in the dream is really just Ana.

You're driving me crazy!

So let's say dream-Ana is my mother,

then who is Ana's dream-dad?

Hans?

Why not?

Ana betrayed you with her father

just like your mother did with Hans.

So?

So we'll talk on Thursday.

See you Thursday.

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