Honig im Kopf Page #3

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Hello, I have an appointment.

Oh yes.

- Tilda Rosenbach?

- Yes.

- You really are pretty late.

- Yes.

- Are you here all alone?

- Who do you take with you to the doctor?

That sounds very good. No obstructions.

- You've been wearing socks, right?

- Yes.

May I ask you something?

Of course you can.

What's Alzheimer's?

- What makes you ask that?

- I think my grandpa has it.

What's given you that idea?

My mom said he has it.

Is your mom a doctor?

No, she works for an advertising agency.

See what I mean.

Why don't you tell me

about your grandpa?

Does he sometimes get confused?

Forget things?

Sometimes?

Sometimes I get confused or forget things.

It's normal at my age.

So, my lovely lady,

I've cooked your favorite cake.

I must have forgotten it in the kitchen.

I'll be back in a sec.

Now, just imagine

that all of these books

are your grandpa's brain.

And now, because of this illness,

now and again some of the books

start falling over.

The instant one falls,

he forgets what's inside it.

Depending on how he's doing,

some books might right themselves.

But others fall over instead.

As the illness progresses,

ever more fall over.

In the end,

the books fall off the shelf completely.

Until one day...

Till he doesn't know

anything at all anymore?

Till he doesn't know anything at all!

What can I do to make him better?

What your grandpa needs now

is lots of love from you.

And understanding.

Even when he says or does

senseless things.

You have to make him feel

that you understand him.

And you have to give him tasks.

That is extremely important for him.

So he feels needed.

What was it I wanted to do here?

Odd.

How did those ever get in there?

Amandus? Oh God!

- What happened?

- I'm making a cake.

Oh God!

Don't move an inch!

I'm so sorry.

Everything will be okay. It'll be okay.

Do you think we can still eat the cake?

- Definitely.

- Want a piece?

I really have to lose weight.

- Then I'll throw it out.

- No.

You're not going to do that.

Damn!

- What are you doing?

- Looking for my honey!

- You bake that?

- No, your dad.

Try it. It's not as bad as it looks.

- You didn't try it.

- Oh yes, for your father.

Well, was it nice in London?

- What's with you?

- He forgot about Tilda!

What? He picked her up.

No, she just said that

to get him off the hook.

That doesn't matter.

I told you it wouldn't work!

And he nearly burnt down the house!

- What happened?

- Just look!

Niko,

if I'd come home a bit later,

you'd be standing in ruins.

They'd be identifying your dad

with dental records!

Luckily, Tilda saw Dr. Ehlers.

But what if you go to Istanbul

and Tilda's left alone with Grandpa?

An accident could happen.

You'd be to blame!

You're denying reality!

You can't get your father checked out,

yet you can go off to London!

You could've rescheduled your pitch!

No, I couldn't!

The deal was you take her to the doctor!

I'm not the freelancer here, you are.

I can't tell Serge,

"I can't pitch tomorrow, give me a day."

What did you pitch to him? Your tits?

- What was that?

- Tell me, I want to know.

Did your tits make a good impression?

- Nice.

- I'm sorry.

Amandus,

could you close the toilet door?

Summer vacation finally came.

Mom wanted to take us to Sweden.

Grandpa didn't want to go.

Mom tried to persuade him,

but she had no chance.

So she went to Majorca with her mom.

And I spent the whole summer

with Grandpa.

We went on lots of walks.

On nice days Dad drove us to the lake.

The other kids

thought Grandpa was awesome.

They didn't care at all

that he was different to other grandpas.

Dr. Ehlers said people with Alzheimer's

often best remember things from long ago,

and that they really enjoy it

when things come back to them.

That's why we looked through

his old photo album of Venice a lot.

Although I can recite his stories

backwards in my sleep,

it was lovely

to see how happy they made him.

- Have I showed you this one before?

- No.

Strange, I could've sworn that...

Show me, Grandpa!

Here, the Lido, where we had

loads of trouble with the life...

with the life style...

with the rail guard...

with the life guard.

Because Margarethe

wanted to skinny-dip.

How did you talk to him?

How do you say

"I love you, Grandpa" in Italian?

Where's that?

That's the...

I don't know, it's the...

The Doge...

Boy, oh boy!

There were loads of gulls there.

Grandma really liked them.

Until one of them

crapped on her caprese salad.

- A gull?

- While she was eating.

- How do you think Grandma reacted?

- She cried?

She laughed.

Then the same pigeon pooed on her head.

I miss Grandma.

Me too.

I can't wait to see how she looks

when I see her again.

How do you mean,

when you see her again?

When I die,

we'll meet again in heaven.

I don't want you to die.

When I die

there'll be a huge bash in heaven.

With all the frills.

When Margarethe and I

are back together again

we'll really get the party started.

I don't believe in heaven,

but it was nice

he tried to comfort me like that.

Really, I should be comforting him.

After that,

I began filming Grandpa lots.

I think he'll be glad to see them

when his memory is totally gone.

Like when Mom and Dad

show me the videos of me

when I took my first steps.

How does it actually feel?

- What?

- When you forget everything?

It's like...

Like having a head full of honey.

All gummed up.

How long have you had

honey in your head?

Since I can't remember when.

But what I do have is a...

Wave...

It doesn't matter, because...

Can you help me? I can't get it open.

Here.

- What is that?

- Everything's in here.

Everything I need to remember.

I got this from...

- Grandma made this.

- May I look?

NIKO, MY SON

SARAH, NIKO'S WIFE

MARGARETHE, MY WIFE

NO LONGER LIVING

Did Grandma know she was going to die?

I must have written that myself.

She is dead, right?

Yes, Grandpa.

I knew it.

Now it's time

for a toast to our dear Amandus.

Toast? I still have a roll here.

Yes,

but we want to drink to you.

- Amandus?

- I'm not thirsty.

- Piece of crap!

- Let's try again.

Let's all drink to you, to your birthday.

I'm not thirsty!

Do you have Alzheimer's or something?

Enjoy.

What the hell!

Olive oil is...

good for the skin.

- Has your party chosen?

- What? SPD's my party.

Willy Brandt, he's my man.

I'm not allowed to vote here,

but if I could,

I'd choose him as well.

Without a doubt.

Here.

Thanks.

Can you be any louder?

- That's vile!

- Please mind your own business.

Thank you.

Bud, don't you know who I am?

Who?

- Some actor.

- Pardon me.

Are we childhood friends?

Why did you call me bud?

That man is sick.

- Then he should stay home.

- The door is over there.

You listen to me...

- I want to talk to the boss.

- I am the boss, you jerk.

Now go.

I don't need your money.

- Come on, dear.

- Have a nice evening.

Now then?

I'll have the sea bream,

with green asparagus, al dente.

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