Kirjad Inglile Page #2

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I've flown through half the world,

as a stewardess.

Until a Ryanair pilot got me pregnant

and that was that.

By the way, he was English, not Irish.

I bet you thought he was Irish. - No.

Really? You're lying.

You know why English men are better

than, say, Americans or Arabs? - No.

Three things.

- Three?

First they can

appreciate whisky.

Second, they change their socks

twice a day, and third...

If you want to kiss me now...

Kirotaja. It's really you.

I thought Santa had gone mad

Sit down.

I'll get the folders right away.

Edda hasn't been f***ed for ages.

- How do you mean, for ages?

Literally.

Six years for sure, maybe seven.

- Seven isn't ages.

It's not my fault it's so dusty.

It's a swampy marshland!

Why does she want to buy it?

Not just marshland.

There are bits of seashore too.

Some of them still not sold.

One is a madhouse, a former hospital.

So where do the patients go

when the hospital's sold?

- The loonies? - Yeah, them.

I don't know what

Lars' plans are.

Maybe it'll be an

international nudist camp

Ask Edda, she goes there

to sunbathe naked.

- This should be it.

I'll leave you two alone now.

Edda, behave yourself.

Hands out of the window!

Hands out the window!

Freeze! Freeze!

Out of the car! Bomb! Bomb!

We have an anti-terrorist

training center here.

Sometimes they climb up and

stare in at the windows.

Honestly, I don't believe

in this marriage.

It's not like Santa.

She can't stand marriage.

Not even to Lars.

The honeymoon, of course,

the romance and the sex.

But not being married.

You know, I think this

misunderstanding will

soon be over and the Dane...

- A dead soul.

Yes, perfect. You're a psychic...

Oh, Hilda, let me

introduce the psychic.

- Give me a cigarette.

What are you drinking?

Guess. - Egg liqueur?

- You guessed it.

Why aren't you drinking anything?

- Mr. Psychic does not drink.

You got liver cancer, or what?

Did I scare you?

This is Hilda. She's a doctor.

You must forgive her indiscretion

Nice to meet you.

- Hilde's a psychiatrist.

Double?

- Right. And a Coke.

Kirotaja, I have to pee.

You got me drunk.

Take me somewhere, then!

- I'll take you home.

So you know where I live?

- No, but you do.

I'm lost.

- At least you know the address.

Whose? -Your own.

- And now you want me to tell you?

I'm still deciding if I'll tell you.

- I'll get a taxi.

No, I'm not going

anywhere in a taxi.

It'll make me throw up.

Who'll pay for that?

I want to go swimming.

Frog or butterfly - which

are you better at?

Frog or butterfly?

I'm better at the frog.

Top floor, if I remember it right.

Matches - do you have them?

Oh, damn!

Come inside, quick,

before they sh*t all over you! Come on!

You can lie down here.

It's your book.

You can have it.

"Songs of a Battlefield Surveyor"

Author missing

From Linda to Edda

So you knew Linda.

- Yeah.

So no one knows where they went

- Doubt it...

After your funeral the book was banned

I don't know where they hid them all.

One or two copies

circulated - they were read

to pieces Nobody knew

anything about Islam...

That's all I'm saying.

Let's go back to the clock tower.

Let's go back!

Go back.

Edda!

Let go of the gun!

Let go... Put the gun down!

Shoot me. I don't want to.

I don't agree. I don't want to. Let go

I knew you'd come back

But Linda didn't believe it.

And they dug up the grave.

Your own father. Opened up the coffin

And it was empty, just

a little box inside.

With a letter in Russian, saying

that opening coffins is illegal.

That it's treason, a crime.

But Linda didn't believe it.

I knew.

But she was going crazy waiting.

How long can you stand it? Sh*t.

At least she got out of here - away.

Anywhere...

Sniper glasses.

Dear Angel, Allah alone

knows how a Russian

army soldier became

a fighter for Islam

I ask myself what pushed me

over the critical point,

because no one else has

explained it to me.

Certainly Safia, a five-year-old

Afghan girl, played her part.

At nightfall we stopped

a truck and ordered the

people to get into a

ditch with their bags

There were boxes of ammunition and guns

hidden in the truck.

Then this kid took off, jumped out

of the ditch and ran down the hill.

My job was to put a bullet

in anyone who escaped.

I'd done it before. They trusted me

- a sure shot with a cool nerve.

I don't know why, but

this time I ran after

her, to grab her and

bring her back.

When I caught up with her,

the bullets started to fly.

The girl stumbled and fell.

I only had time to shout, you're mad,

it's a girl and then there was a blast.

I only remember a burning

light through my eyeballs.

It stuck in my throat.

I fell on top of the girl, blinded.

I don't know how long

that blindness lasted.

The girl struggled away and fled.

All around, everything

was burning.

The charred remains

of people everywhere.

I got to my knees, felt blood running

from my ears, and I wet my pants.

Freddy, it's time

for your session!

Psychiatrist Hildegard Wt. is

expecting you for hypnosis!

Freddy! Freddy!

Help, damn it! Help! Lift! Pull!

Freddy! Freddy! Freddy!

How long was he under water?

- I don't know.

I don't think that will help now.

We could try a heart injection...

but then you have to

go get the syringe...

probably not worth the trouble.

So that's it. So much for the

nudist travelling theater.

Do you know how Hamlet's monologue

begins in Esperanto? - No.

Cu esti a?

jen estljen demando. Sounds nice?

- I guess.

Guess why the women smear

themselves with clay on stage?

- I don't know.

So they don't give the

actors an erection.

Imagine Hamlet... it wouldn't be

theater any more, would it? - Yeah.

Are you coming up?

- Do I have to?

You don't have to,

but you can wash yourself.

Edda's condition is stable.

She didn't lose her ear.

But this isn't the first time.

She has been here many times.

She read so much she went crazy.

She drinks and seeks adventures.

I have a hypnosis room here.

A couple times a week I'm on

duty and I take on cases.

You want to try?

I have a free session now.

Sit there.

Relax.

Tell me, what's troubling you?

I'm searching for my

daughter and wife.

Or, rather I think about where

to find any trace of them.

I was gone a long time.

I haven't actually seen my daughter.

I've just heard her voice

- on the telephone

But that's gone too.

I want to hear it again

When did you hear that voice?

- On the telephone?

- That's what you said.

It was in the mountains,

during training.

The last conversation

with my wife - in

the background I heard

a child's voice...

Have you had hypnosis before?

- Once. It didn't work.

Did you fall asleep?

- No. - Sign of a weak character.

Can't concentrate, gets

scared just before

falling asleep starts

working against it.

Take your clothes off and

have a soak in the shower.

There are towels there.

You can dry yourself with those.

Don't be afraid, it's

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