Honig im Kopf Page #5

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For some more than others.

Hildegard thinks of nothing else.

Their pasts play a key role.

Hildegard was a dancer in a...

Or here.

Bar.

That's how her daughter

described her work.

How do I explain this to my dad?

Don't. He won't understand it.

It's like taking a kid to day care

the first time.

It cries, throws itself on the floor.

You feel guilty,

but after three days it won't leave.

It'll be good for him.

Hello, Dad.

Dad?

Yes?

I'm on the can and there's no paper.

Can you bring me some?

Here.

Thanks.

- Something wrong?

- Where were you?

- I was in the office, then shopping.

- Shopping?

Where are your shopping bags?

- In the car.

- You didn't go shopping.

- And you weren't in the office.

- I was.

Don't lie.

Pam said you were looking

at a home for Grandpa!

Ah, stupid woman.

Can you go now!

Can't you see I have to crap.

I'd never put you in an old folks' home!

I hate you!

Grandpa, what are you thinking about?

- Grandpa?

- Venice.

Tell me about the pigeon pooping

on Grandma's mozzarella again.

Grandma and I wanted to take you there.

When you were older.

To show you where we...

We...

Did you know

that Hamburg has

more bridges than Venice?

- I don't believe that.

- Shall we look and see?

- Where?

- In Venice, silly.

Nowadays I can't even find my way to...

to thingamajig.

What if we went together?

I'm useless now.

Niko. About time.

- Can I speak to Sarah?

- She's asleep.

At this hour?

Yes. She hasn't slept a wink

the last couple of nights.

Can I come in?

- Why didn't you call?

- Because I didn't run off?

Don't play the macho card with me!

You ruined her party, and you made sure

that absolutely everyone

knows about Serge.

- Bang-up job.

- I'm sorry.

- Tell her that.

- How, if I can't come in?

- How's Amandus doing?

- Really crappy.

- And how's my little girl?

- The same. That's why I'm here.

It's good to see you.

I'm sorry.

See! That wasn't so hard.

MOm!

- Why is Grandpa in bed with you?

- He had a bad dream.

That the Russians were coming.

You really are a wonderful girl.

- I am so proud of you.

- Is that why you took off?

- Did you read my letter?

- Yes.

But you can't just leave like that.

Listen, I went...

to my mother's because...

Because I was so distraught.

- I didn't know what to do.

- Are you splitting up?

No.

Your dad and I love each other.

At least that's something.

Dad's so sad

you said you hated him.

I tried to comfort him.

I told him women sometimes say things

they don't really mean.

I do mean it!

- He wants to put Grandpa in a home!

- Honey...

You've seen that I can look after him.

Tilda,

you have to go back to school

and we have to work.

- Besides, he just viewed the home.

- So he can take him there.

Grandpa's still living with us,

but at some point he'll be so ill

he can't live here anymore.

He'll need a nice nursing home

where he's looked after.

Somewhere

where we can visit him all the time

and take him out to do nice things.

You two work all the time.

- Then we'll work less.

- Right!

I promise.

"I promise."

Mom and Dad always promise to work less

but they've never done it.

Smylla's Dad said

that breaking promises to their kids

is the worst thing parents can do.

I was up all night thinking about

what Dr. Ehlers told me,

and about Grandpa.

About the fact that he needs a purpose.

Grandpa?

Grandpa, wake up!

They're back?

No, they're sleeping.

Good.

As long as the enemy is sleeping,

we're safe and sound.

Exactly!

Now let's go conquer Italy.

- I have to go to my office.

- No, Grandpa, you're on vacation.

I'll pack your stuff.

Outside, in ten minutes.

What are you waiting for? Drive!

You have to drive.

I've forgotten

how to start one of these things.

Put your foot on the clutch.

Try again.

Purrs like a kitten.

Now put your foot on the gas.

Get up!

They're trying to steal our car.

That must've been reverse.

No sh*t, Sherlock.

Hey!

I'll shift, you work the pedals.

- C)Kay?

~Okay

Get up!

- What are you doing?

- What does it look like?

You try.

Grandpa!

- Grandpa, it's red!

- We can still make it.

- That sure was close.

- What are you doing?

Green no...

red go.

Just drive, Grandpa.

- Right?

- Left!

The train station is to the left.

ONE WAY:

The plate is HH, for Hamburg.

Anthracite gray, like I just said.

Yes, stolen from the yard.

This isn't Naples!

Italy!

Okay.

Ah, is the lord of the manor awake now?

Like some buttered toast?

Fresh-squeezed OJ?

You may have other worries.

Dad and Tilda are gone.

- Don't sh*t me.

- I'm not shitting you.

- A "tentative" search?

- Yes.

- You can't do more?

- No.

"To protect and serve"? As if!

Your father drove off

with your daughter.

Did you think we'd send out

an infrared search helicopter?

- What?

- He's an adult. This isn't a case for us.

His father has dementia

and our daughter's 11!

Yes, you've already said that.

We'll contact you.

Go back home, they'll be there.

I know from experience.

- Two tickets to Venice.

- Single?

No, I need one for my Grandpa too.

- No, do you want a round trip?

- What's cheaper?

A single.

- Then two of those.

- Age?

Yes, that's Grandpa's problem.

- No, what age are you?

- Oh, eleven.

Eleven!

- You ride for free.

- Great!

That'll be 224 euros, please.

Do you have money with you?

You have to enter a PIN.

- Grandpa?

- Are you sure?

- Yes, the Battle of Verdun.

The Battle of Verdun?

First World War.

Great job, Grandpa.

Many thanks.

Well then, have a nice journey

and have fun in Venice.

- How does he know where we're going?

-It's on here.

I...

got to... I...

- What have you got to do?

Jthappened.

No big deal.

It's happened to me too.

We have clothes with us.

- Don't tell me I forgot pants!

- This can't be so...

- No way!

- Sh*t!

Sh*t!

I can help you, Grandpa.

Something wrong?

- I heard that.

- That wasn't me.

- Sure, Grandpa.

- That really wasn't me.

Done!

I swore I'd never do this.

"Today I spoke to Dr. Ehlers

about Grandpa,

about Alzheimer's,

and happiness and joy.

Joy is the most important thing.

It's the best kind of brain fertilizer.

It repairs the brain.

Dr. Ehlers said

you can only attain your goals

if you find joy in pursuing them.

But many old people no longer have goals

because they have no one to bring joy to

and no one is proud of them.

No one needs them.

That's why they get sick:

their brain shrivels up

and they can't repair it,

because they don't have fun anymore.

Maybe Mom and Dad...

should have visited

Grandma and Grandpa more often.

But they couldn't,

because they have to work so much.

When Grandma died,

Grandpa didn't have a purpose anymore.

But if I can give him a new purpose

and can make him feel

that I really need him for it,

then maybe he'll get better.

I just don't know what yet..."

Evening.

Berta is tired.

Where are the sleeping cars?

Where you can lie down?

They're up front a bit.

I'm back.

I love your breasts.

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