Elisa K Page #3

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and the ones she plans to buy

with her savings.

She goes to old bookshops

and buys second-hand books.

And gradually fills up a bookshelf

which she'll have to leave behind

when she goes to study abroad.

She'll go far away

and stay there for a long time.

Life is different now.

Elisa reads alone

in her father's old flat.

Reading in silence gives her

a strange feeling in her stomach,

like a sleeping threat

that lasts a long time.

But she has to get used to it

- Okay. How much is it?

- 19 euros, 30.

- Here. Keep the change.

- Thanks a lot.

Thanks.

Elisa finally goes abroad to study,

and once there, many months later,

Elisa will call her mother,

terrified, and will say to her:

"Mum, help me, I've just

remembered something horrible. "

AFTER THE FATHER'S FRIEND

TOLD ELISA KISELJAK THAT HE WOULD

GIVE HERA SILVER BRACELE

It's difficult to do it like this.

Thanks.

Use some paper,

it'll spread better.

Stop!

It's a messy business this baking.

Shall we put chocolate on top,

or just leave it like this?

Leave it like that.

- You want some more?

- No.

Elisa, are you okay?

Are you in there?

I'll be right out, Elisa.

What?

I'll be right out.

You didn't ruin my life,

you just made me hurt my feet!

Elisa, what are you doing?

Open up,

or I'll knock the door down!

What are you saying, Elisa?

How could you knock it down?

You're only small.

Elisa, turn the water off!

It's hurting me!

Elisa, come out,

or I'll call the police!

Elisa!

Will you stop

banging on the door?

I'm trying to take a shower.

Do you understand?

They won't lock me up.

Ljust remembered something

which happened 14 years ago

and I'm really scared.

Scared of what?

Of how it will affect me.

It will pass.

Everything does.

What happened fourteen years ago?

You should get dressed.

Promise me

you'll get me out of here.

Promise me.

I promise.

Get dressed.

Here.

My name is Elisa, okay?

And no one has ever raped me!

Mum?

Yes.

No, fine.

Mum...

Mum, I need your help.

I just remembered something awful.

I don't know,

perhaps I'm obsessed.

But when I close my eyes

I see him there staring at me.

"They won't believe you,

no one will believe you. "

And I open them to scare him...

And he's still here.

It's horrible.

Elisa...

listen.

He will go away, you'll see.

He will go away.

What was it that mademe remember?

I still don't understand it all.

Before speaking with my dad

I want to reconstruct it all.

I don't want

to only half understand.

I want to know

when I'll stop feeling scared

and if, at some point,

I'll stop seeing the face

of his friend in front of me.

Day and night,

whether I'm awake or asleep.

Always.

I'm scared I won't be strong enough.

I'm scared because it is something

very few people can help me with.

Perhaps I'll never

speak about it again.

If I don't speak about it again

I might forget again.

I'm going to call Dad.

Do you everthink about someone

like Martin Luther King?

Never.

He was a great man, wasrt he?

Yes.

A brave man.

Yes...

A brave man.

Dad.

Did you remember?

No, Elisa.

And believe me, I'm sorry.

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