I Travel Alone Page #5

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Because... This hasn't been

just any week, right?

Dear Lotte...

One day Charlotte Isabel Hansen

turns up here, in our little world.

She lands like a grain of pollen.

And what happens? We glide into

a cove we never knew about, right?

I, and many others here besides me, -

- live a life that seems

incomprehensible to many.

Let me ask you, Anette,

for instance -

- what you think about my life?

Mostly literary theory, no kids.

You don't have to answer,

because I know what you think.

You pity me. You think I'm a lonely

whale in deep darkness, right?

And that's all right.

Because it may be true.

Saturday night, when I brought

a wrecked, noisy Jarle home, -

- before that evening, these

thoughts I'm talking about now -

- had never even entered my mind.

The point is that everything

that's happened this past week, -

- is perfectly okay.

Because we know you.

We know Jarle Klepp, right?

A great talent who immerses himself

in what he loves. A freight train.

Unstoppable. Others think he thinks,

but he just goes on, making himself -

- and us all believe he thinks.

It's greatness. For this -

- is what defines humanity.

Jarle Klepp is -

- a human being.

And so am I.

Lotte. The only thing uncle Hasse -

- is really trying to say here, -

- is happy birthday.

- A magic wand!

- That's right.

- Thanks a lot!

- Here you go, Lotte.

This used to be my favorite present.

Chocolate!

Okay, you've got to open both these

at the same time. Three, two, one...

Happy birthday.

Two Tamagotchies!

Well, honey. There's one left.

Who's it from?

You know who it's from.

You got it before we left.

It's from your father.

Lotte?

Come out to mommy.

- Hey?

- I want to talk to daddy.

Right.

Are you there, Lotte?

Hey, you...

- Don't you want to open your present?

- No.

- Shall I open it for you?

- Yes.

Really?

Let's see what he's given you.

Isn't it nice?

It says "Lotte".

I'm afraid daddy's going to leave us.

Well, he might.

But you can still visit him.

You'll see him again.

But doesn't mommy

love daddy anymore?

No, I guess she doesn't, but...

She's still fond of him.

But I love him.

Yeah. You know what?

I'm sure he loves you a lot as well.

So you'll get to see him again.

He won't disappear completely.

It'll be okay.

Hey? Shall we put that sticker

in the middle of the mirror?

There.

One, two, three, four...

I can feel a tingle

spreading from my tummy

Think I've had too much to eat

Every day's another dream,

cause this will be so yummy

Knutsen has got jitters in his feet

Now the stage is set,

I walk up to the mike stand,

thousand faces gazing at me

Cause I get dumber daily, juba, juba

Dancing in the mirror

Dumber daily, but it's okay

Juba, juba

Should we do something about

the Tamagotchies?

Yeah, they'll die without attention.

I'll take the blue one.

I don't get it.

Like, what's the point?

I guess they're -

- supposed to grow old or something

before they die.

Will I kill it if I feed it too much?

You'd better not.

Lotte would never forgive you.

This is a bit...

This is sort of odd, in a way.

Last time I saw you was in 1989.

I was shitfaced.

Now we're sitting here.

- It was some night.

- Oh?

You remember anything?

Cause I don't.

- I've always remembered your face.

- You have?

It was nice.

You had that hungry look.

Hush. Lotte might hear us.

- Got a rubber?

- Uh...

Try to pull out?

Okay, stand still.

Okay, say "cheese".

There.

Oh, I'm so pleased to have met you!

And we'll meet again,

cause I'm your grandma. Right?

- You're my little girl!

- Bye, grandma.

Lotte!

Well, I guess this is goodbye.

- So what happens next?

- I don't know.

We'll have to keep in touch.

I don't know how much of a father

you think you can be, but...

No, neither do I.

Would you like to have

one of my Tamagotchies?

- I'd like that very much.

- Which one? Charlotte or Isabel?

You decide.

Isabel.

Thanks a lot.

We'll talk later.

Yeah.

I love you, daddy!

I love you too, Lotte!

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