I Travel Alone Page #3

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on our women to come?

You could've been her grandfather!

You're biking around with your chick.

- This is intense.

- Then Bjorn Borg turns up!

- Are you done now?

- Are you?

Jarle, Grete called.

Lotte can't sleep.

She's called everyone...

Right.

So you can't even have a beer

without everyone going apeshit.

Well, this is just peachy.

Of course you drive a Volvo, Robert.

Great family car.

I take it you're having kids soon?

Like, union kids.

Imagine, Herdis...

If you get pregnant now, -

- and the kid has red hair,

it might be mine.

Herdis? Hey...

Oh god.

Where have you been?

I was worried last night.

I had to do some cleaning.

Helps clear the mind.

When I think about it, -

- it was one of the most brilliant

things I've seen in my entire life.

You were a man last night, Jarle.

A pathetic man, but still a man.

That scene with Herdis and Robert,

it had real Italian flair, get it?

Absolutely brilliant.

Don't be ashamed. Don't regret it.

It's a whole new era, Jarle.

And I've met Charlotte Isabel.

Great kid. We sat here,

drank milk, had a talk.

All she cared about was how

you were feeling. I'm an uncle.

It just dropped out of her.

"Uncle Hasse".

The only thing that bothers me now,

is this Anette Hansen.

From Sola. Sends her kid to a virtual

stranger and goes on vacation.

She's a supermarket clerk.

This is f***ing proletarian, Jarle.

It's the goddamn call of the wild

reaching into our lives!

Where's Lotte?

Grete took her along to work.

- Should I go and fetch her?

- You certainly should.

Hi! There you are.

- Did you have fun?

- Go to your daddy.

- Hi, Lotte.

- Go to daddy.

I don't know what your

twisted brain's been up to.

But never pull a stunt like that

on me or your daughter again!

Okay, come on.

It's not the end of the world.

- Mommy!

- Sorry. Sorry, Lotte.

Here. She made a drawing

for dad at the office. Sorry, Lotte.

Thanks for helping out, Grete.

Tasty?

So what did you do today, Lotte?

- You should answer when I ask you.

- We were at an office.

An office, huh? Cool. One day you

might find yourself working in one.

But what's wrong with you, daddy?

You know what, Lotte?

There's nothing wrong with me.

But are you always sick like that?

Falling down, stumbling, throwing up?

That was just because I was drunk.

You get drunk if you drink

too much alcohol.

You know, beer and so on.

Anyway, Lotte, the reason why

I came home that late last night, -

- is because I was drunk.

It's something I need to do.

I had a life before you arrived.

I want to keep living it.

With my friends,

at the university, out on the town.

And aunt Herdis.

Well, aunt Herdis has got

a new boyfriend now.

His name is Robert.

An old fart.

- Aren't you friends anymore?

- Listen.

The point is that this isn't a good

time for you to come and visit me.

But...

I don't have anywhere else to stay.

You want me to go home?

No.

Try to eat something, okay?

Would you like to come

and see where daddy works?

Okay, but you're not supposed

to bring kids to where I work.

- So you have to be quiet as a mouse.

- Quiet as a mouse.

- Your job is to be invisible.

- Deal.

- I've never said so, and if I did...

- Uncle Hasse!

Hi! Wow! Hi!

Sweet Lotte at the university?

How nice to see you.

Who's he?

- This is uncle Arild.

- Hi there.

- Do I have even more uncles?

- Yes.

- We're just picking up some articles.

- On her first day at the university?

This is the real deal.

The people you see here, -

- spend all their time thinking.

Isn't that something?

- Daddy, may I have some ice cream?

- Ice cream?

- You think I'm rich?

- The cafe's open.

- Sun Ice?

- Hurry up.

We can't hang around here all day.

- Boat Ice?

- No.

Hi, my little darling!

Kind of dense in here.

- So you're here? How you doing?

- Fine.

Even though you're

dating an old fart.

Hi. Hello?

- Are you there?

- Yeah.

Hi. It's me.

I just called to say I'm sorry.

- It's been too much for me.

- Jarle, you don't have to say it.

You really do need help.

And not from me.

- Hi.

- Hi.

Who are you?

Hi.

- How old are you?

- I'll be seven on Thursday.

But who are you?

Seems I'm your grandma.

My grandma?

But I had no idea you were

such a big, beautiful girl.

I thought you were

just a little baby.

I'm the third tallest girl

in my class.

- Well, shall we go inside?

- Hi, my boy.

- Right.

- Let's get inside.

When did you come?

So who's Herdis? She called

and told me about Charlotte Isabel.

- Aunt Herdis, of course.

- Okay.

This is the best day so far. Much

better than the day daddy was sick.

- Sick?

- Yeah. Had a cold.

He was drunk.

Okay. Anette Hansen.

Do I know her?

- It was at a party in 1989.

- And?

So you were only together once?

A one night stand?

Yeah.

Sorry, was it the first time you?

- Mom...

- Yes?

- Right, do we have to talk about it?

- No, not at all.

You're a father now.

Where's your mom, Charlotte?

She's on vacation with my father.

- I've got a note with a phone number.

- Whose phone number?

- It's my aunt and uncle's.

- Can we call them?

Yeah, if I fall ill

or break a leg or something.

Have you always known

about your daddy in Bergen?

No, they only told me last Monday.

If I'd known,

I'd have come here sooner.

She's completely exhausted.

Fell asleep at once.

- Did you reach her aunt and uncle?

- No.

Look at this. Touching.

Metaphorically touching, you

might say. Sorrow and projection.

You just transfer whatever ails you,

unable to face your own tragedy.

The human need to cry,

the Nietzschian...

Jarle, cut out the crap.

"Metaphorically touching".

Jesus.

Jarle!

Jarle, please listen

to what I'm saying.

You're a grown man of twenty-five!

You have to pull yourself together.

You hear me?

Tomorrow you spend real time

with her, the two of you alone!

Can you babysit him?

- Can you babysit him?

- Yeah, sure.

So we'll see you at

the museum this afternoon, Jarle?

What?

- See you this afternoon?

- Sure.

- So that's settled, then?

- Yeah, yeah.

- Good.

- Right. Bye.

Goodbye.

Shall we sit down? Here.

There's something

I want to say to you.

You know, I'm really pleased

to be your grandma.

And I'd like you to know that

it's perfectly okay if you're sad.

And you don't have to talk about it.

But if there's anything

you'd like to know or talk about, -

- you can tell me.

Yeah.

DEAR DIANA. YOU'RE AN ANGEL

IN HEAVEN NOW. LOTTE.

THE PROUSTIAN BODY

IS FAMOUS, IT'S SENSES...

- Hi. We're late.

- Yeah, you sure are.

- Hi. I'm Liv Tone.

- Charlotte Isabel.

Okay, time to see

the Museum of Geography.

- Natural History.

Just kidding. Bye, mom.

Come on, Lotte!

I got a lot done today, like.

I'm trying to restructure

the whole thing.

You need to trust that others

will find the pattern interesting.

But I have to get through to people

who know less about Proust than I do.

Well, I don't know. I'm sort of

my own editor, you know.

Well, you already have

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