I Travel Alone Page #2

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So what does your mom do,

Charlotte Isabel?

You can call me Lotte if you like.

- What does your mom do, Lotte?

- She's on vacation.

I mean...

What does she do for a living?

Works at the supermarket.

- Like a checkout clerk?

- She's really good at it.

Now stop nagging.

- Is this my room?

- Yeah.

You can sleep here.

I'll tidy up a bit.

Take out the ashtray. Look!

There's Marcel Proust, on the desk.

I want to go home.

- No...

- I want my mommy.

No, you don't. Come on.

You know what?

We can buy some sweets, seeing

it's Saturday. Come on, let's go.

Don't you want your Saturday treat?

How long do I have

to be here, anyway?

A whole week, Lotte. A whole week.

Just you and me...

- Hernan? Hi.

- Hi, Morning Post!

- Well, this is my daughter.

- Morning Post has a daughter?

- "Morning Post"?

- Never mind.

Are you going to start stocking

the Morning Post?

Look, a Tamagotchi.

Mom never lets me have one.

- But all my friends have them.

- You can't always get what you want.

Here. You can have this if you like.

- Thank you very much.

- You're welcome.

What about some sweets?

Bye.

Don't you have any dance music?

Don't you ever let up? Hey?

You've got to do one thing at a time.

You've got the TV on.

You can't start dancing around

as well. Sure I've got music.

Have you got any Madonna?

Knudsen & Ludvigsen?

"Cause I get dumber daily,

juba, juba," -

- "dancing in the mirror... "

When do you usually go to bed?

When I want.

You wish. So, like, -

- after you go to bed, does mom have

her friends come by for some beer?

She doesn't like beer. We buy cheap

booze in Sweden. We're smugglers.

Can I put the sticker on the mirror?

No. I don't want that

sticker on the mirror.

There. All set for

a good night's sleep.

There. Go to sleep.

Sh*t. There. Good night.

- Humpelfinkel!

- Hush!

My comfort toy.

- Who is it?

- Go back to bed.

- But I need my comfort toy!

- Come on.

Where is it? Dammit!

There.

Listen, I'm not like other dads.

I don't work at the supermarket.

Now go to bed.

Hello? Hey?

- You can't sit here.

- Mommy!

Hello? Hey?

Hi. I heard this noise. I was putting

Daniel to bed. No easy feat, he's...

- I didn't invite her.

- Well, she was shouting your name.

Hey?

Don't spit in the stairway.

- I mean, I know her...

- Mommy!

I'll be right there, Daniel. Drink

your milk and go to the bathroom.

Jarle... Herdis' little f***er.

Sorry about all this.

Good night, Grete.

- Here. Come on.

- Not so fast.

- Not so fast.

- Let me help you out of this.

I'll take it.

- Who is it?

- Lotte, go back to bed.

Have you been to the bathroom

and had your milk? Or vice versa?

- I can't get to sleep.

- Right.

- Shall I read something for you?

- Who the hell is she?

- Come on, let's find you a book.

- Don't you have any children's books?

No. You know what?

I'll make up a story for you.

Come on, let's go. That's right.

Okay, let's see...

Once upon a time... Once upon

a time, there was a princess -

- who didn't want to be a princess.

One day she was out riding

her horse on the plains.

She fell off the horse and died.

But daddy...

I know. Just listen. Because...

So there was a funeral.

But then...

In the middle of the night.

There was nobody left in the church.

- Suddenly there was a sound.

- A sound?

A creaking sound.

The coffin lid opened.

The princess crawled out.

She ran out into

the forest - and was free.

She didn't want to be a princess

any more. So she'd just -

- faked her own death, like.

Good night.

But daddy, I didn't like that

she didn't want to be a princess.

You'll discover that you won't like

a lot of things about life.

Daddy?

- Is it huge?

- Yeah, it's really enormous!

- Have you seen penguins before?

- Yes, but only on TV.

Right.

But these penguins are real.

They eat fish and stuff. Morning.

Daddy! We're going to

a great big aquarium!

- And they've got...

- P...

Yeah, they've got penguins there.

You've got a really sweet daughter.

Were you planning to let me know?

- I tried to tell you yesterday.

- Right. That may well be true.

- Have you got any more secrets?

- It may come as a bit of a surprise.

It's not real gold.

I'm just a student, after all.

I'll take a shower,

then we'll see the aquarium.

Is she your girlfriend, daddy?

Penguins!

- But are penguins birds or fish?

- They're birds.

But they can't fly. How can they

be birds? They have to be fish.

They're still birds.

No, I don't feel like it.

- What's eating you?

- Yeah, what's eating you?

We're seeing the aquarium.

That'll have to do.

Smoking can kill you, you know.

Well, I'm not gonna die today.

One, two, three!

Look at me, Herdis.

I'm not cut out for this.

I'm not cut out to be a father.

One week, then I'm done.

I don't want a daughter.

No.

Hey...

Last night, yesterday evening, -

- I went out with Robert.

Gothenburg.

Robert...

Has strong feelings for me.

And I...

I've grown very fond of him.

I told him about us last night,

yesterday evening.

And he...

Well, I don't know how to put it.

But I think I -

- want to be with him.

You've been awesome, really.

You're so... Jarle, you're

so sweet. So intense and...

Stop it.

Walk like this, daddy!

Walk like this!

Daddy says you're his girlfriend.

Are you?

You're just a feminist slut!

Hey, I've had a...

I know this is sort of short notice.

But a friend of mine has

suddenly fallen seriously ill.

I wondered if you could babysit

my daughter for a few hours?

Yeah, I have a daughter.

She's really sweet.

Okay, Lotte. Daddy has to go

to a meeting. Have a nice time here.

- Okay, I won't be late.

- No problem.

Like, what can I say? It's what

happens when you're a teenager.

I mean, I was like standing there,

reading the letter.

The world just fell apart

before my eyes.

So I went to the airport.

She arrived with a sign saying:

- "I travel alone".

- We all do.

- Poetic, Hasse.

Just trying to get through.

She's got the most innocent look

in her eyes, a tiny rucksack -

- and a soft toy named Humpelfinkel.

- Does she wet her bed?

- No, she's almost eight.

It's still fairly common. No problem,

just make sure you have extra sheets.

Yeah, it's actually quite common.

It's easy to...

What does Herdis think?

Is she happy about being a mom?

Oh, Herdis just loves kids. Jesus.

Jarle, I...

Holy sh*t, I'm sorry.

Hey, where are you going?

Bloody hell. F***, Jarle!

Oh, sh*t!

Let's go home. Forget it.

Herdis! Come out, dammit. Robert!

Be a man. You're a f***ing

professor of literature!

Jarle? What are you doing?

- Me?

- Look who's talking.

- What's he doing here?

- Don't ask me. Ask him.

- I'm not the big issue here.

- What the hell are you playing at?

- You...

You goddamn Swedish cocksucker!

- He doesn't mean it. We're leaving.

- F***ing neutral deconstructive c*nt!

Find an old hag your own age!

- Take it easy, Jarle. I understand...

- You don't understand sh*t!

You need to rub your prick

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