Honig im Kopf Page #7
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Grandpa?
No.
I am.
You have a few days ahead of you.
No, I mean I'm scared of you being dead.
You don't need to be.
Grandma and I
will look after you from up there.
We'll look after you.
We'll be so proud of you.
Whenever you miss me,
just look up.
You just look up at me,
and then I'll be there with you.
Did you say something?
I just said
that it's lovely being with you.
Can I help you?
We're hungry.
I would very much like
to give you the tomatoes.
But they're for the vegetable market
in Bolzano.
Come with me.
In the name of the Father,
the Son and the Holy Spirit.
Amen.
Come Lord Jesus and be our guest
and let these gifts to us be blest.
Well, a tomato and onion salad
would be a bit more appetiz...
more appealing.
- Grandpa!
The tomatoes are to sell
at the market in Bolzano.
- That's what we live off.
- The market?
That reminds me of a joke.
A nun says to a farmer
who is selling veg at a market,
"I'd like a cucumber."
Then the farmer says to her,
"Take two, you'll have one to eat."
I don't get it.
What's not to get?
If she eats one
she has the other...
To eat the next day.
What do you do here all day?
Can I just quickly explain my joke?
No, Grandpa.
Is it true
that you're not allowed to have sex?
Yes, my child.
- We're chaste.
- Like I said.
Cucumber.
Chaste?
What does that mean?
We abstain from loving a man
or letting a man love us.
We reserve that place for God.
So you could kind of say
that you're all married to God?
You can say that.
So no one can get jealous
or cheat on anyone else.
Can my parents visit you here some time?
Why do you ask that, my child?
I think they could learn
a lot from you guys.
In purgatory you can
prove yourself and atone for sins.
Then God will decide
if you go to heaven or hell.
Do you believe in heaven?
Of course.
Heaven makes our lives complete.
When we die
we all go there to live with God.
Do you think my grandpa
will go to heaven?
After all you've told me
about him,
I'm certain he will.
- Really?
- Yes.
You're a good girl.
The journey that you are on
is a special one.
- Looking for something?
- Um, Elisa...
Margarethe.
- She was just here.
- He means my grandma.
She's already in heaven.
Come on, Grandpa.
We'll look for her.
I think I saw her back there.
I think she's back there.
Grandma?
Gretchen?
Grandma?
Margarethe?
Grandma, is that you?
She sure hid herself well.
Grandma?
Where is she?
We'll find her.
Grandma?
- Grand pa.
- Yes?
- I've found her.
- Where?
There!
God, you're so beautiful.
I've missed you so much!
I stayed here with Grandma.
You sure?
Pretty sure.
1.800?!
I'm very sorry.
It's our last room.
It's just lire. I'd say that's about...
two marks.
Will you be paying cash
or with a credit card?
The Battle of Verdun?
Verdun?
Sign this, please.
Why do all Italian men
have moustaches?
Because they want
to look like their mothers.
Like their mothers!
Who the heck is that?
Who?
That guy-
That's you, Grandpa.
That one is you, and this one is me.
Tilda.
Look at me...
I'm aping everything I do.
Look!
Look, I'm doing it again.
Just look.
You have to put the brush head on first.
Like this.
Brush your teeth with toothpaste.
This is meant for shaving.
Open up.
You're doing a great job, Grandpa.
It tickles my nose.
You're the funniest grown-up I know.
There are still
so many things I can learn from you.
Nonsense, Grandpa.
You just need to stop unlearning things.
I had such a great day with you.
Good night, Grandpa.
Good night.
I know this sounds crazy,
but I get the feeling they're very near.
I had a lovely day with you today.
Today?
We were a team, like we used to be.
- We can thank our daughter for that.
- True.
I love you.
I love you.
Do you hear the birds too?
That doesn't sound good at all.
What's the problem, boy?
Calm down, brownie.
He's green.
That's what one says to horses.
Can I help?
I'll take care of it. I'm a doctor.
I have to keep laughing about yourjoke.
- Joke?
- Yes.
The joke you told just before.
It was nice.
It was good, really good.
It was amazing.
What did I want?
Oh, yes.
How do I get to the beach from here?
- You mean the Lido.
- Yes, I know that place.
But you can't go there now!
It's the middle of the night!
- Have you seen my grandpa?
- Grandpa?
Grandpa! Grandpa!
Stop!
Thank God!
I've searched all over for you.
Grandpa?
Talking to me, miss?
Don't joke around, Grandpa.
You gave me enough of a scare
not being in the hotel.
It's me, Tilda. Your granddaughter.
I don't know you.
But I'm your little princess!
We're both named Rosenbach
and we came here together.
You're my grandpa.
- Come on, let's go back to the hotel.
- Leave me alone.
Go away.
Go, go, go!
"To Tilda, my beloved granddaughter,
the day will come when I'll no longer know
that you are who you are.
In any case,
you have to remember one thing.
I love you and you are the best princess
that I could ever have wished for."
Crap!
Morn! Dad!
There you are!
Honey!
I'm so proud of you.
Oh, honey.
Grandpa's on the bench.
He doesn't know who I am anymore.
Dad!
Good heavens, it's beautiful here.
Do you remember this?
You ate here with Mom after your wedding.
Let me...
I can do it alone!
I'm not a child anymore!
Isn't there any booze?
I'm hungry.
Here, let me.
All right, open your mouth.
A Forst, please.
Nine months later my little brother came.
It was Mom's idea to call him Amandus,
after Grandpa.
I don't think Grandpa
really understood that.
He kept asking what the baby was named
and where he came from.
But I think Grandpa did understand
that Morn and Dad had more time for him.
Mom quit.
And they made good on what they promised
and at least tried to work less.
Grandpa stayed with us at first.
A woman
helped us look after him.
Grandpa liked her a lot.
Eventually,
he only wanted her to feed him.
He said
she was a highly talented young lady.
But, eventually, she decided to leave us.
Grandpa liked her blouse too much.
When Grandpa went to a home,
we'd pick him up
and take him out to do things.
Mom and I took him to the Alster Arcades
to eat honey ice cream.
Dad had to look after little Amandus.
Sometimes he liked it,
sometimes he didn't.
He said it was much too cold.
I went to see Dr. Ehlers
a few more times too.
He told me
Alzheimer's patients
feel more than we know.
He said they need affection,
so spending as much time
with them as possible is important.
Even if it doesn't seem that way,
they appreciate it.
On our last day out
there was a huge storm.
It was a massive downpour,
like heaven was crying.
But we stayed at our table in the cafe
and just laughed.
The next day,
his heart stopped beating.
I am so glad
that I was with him at the time.
I mean, I was with him every day,
except when I had my tonsils taken out.
"Toward the end of the week,
southwest winds
paired with heavy rainfall
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