Letters to Angel Page #3
- Year:
- 2011
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pure urine, nothing more.
No need to be ashamed, just relax.
How do you like it?
Just the pure smell
of a vagina, or a whiff
of urine as well?
Okay, I'll dry it just a little.
Dry yourself off and come up.
and we'll get started.
Do you watch porn films?
My ex used to watch only Zarah Leander.
Then switched to porn.
Some sick urge.
He really liked Leander's, Die Rosen
con Novgorod' You know that song?
You've been circumcised, very
professionally too. Where was it done?
- In the mountains.
Lovely, and it stands up nicely.
Let's hope for the best. All set.
Look and sniff, but don't
use your mouth or tongue.
You can use your fingers.
But just look and sniff first
Can you see well?
- Yes.
Sniff- can you smell it?
- Yes.
Now touch it- you see
the end of the ureter?
Yes, there, the clitoris.
Yes, yes, yes.
Now put your fingers into me -
deeper, deeper, three fingers.
Even deeper.
Now get up and push your
penis into my vagina.
Yes, deeper, deeper, faster, faster.
Now push your penis in as deep
as you can and don't move.
Now move just a little
Come out! I want it from behind, quick!
Yes! Am I speaking to
Jeremia Juunas Kirotaja?
- Yes.
I am Lovely Laabus; you left
Can you hear me? -Yes, I can.
If it's about your former
wife, I'm afraid I
won't have time for this
in the near future.
Call Fee, my assistant.
Fee, with two E's.
You know the Zenda Hostel? -Yes.
Ask for her there, Fee
works at the Zenda
- Sorry, but I...
Well, did you remember?
Something, yes.
wait, they'll drive
you, they're going
into town anyway.
How much do I owe you?
Don't play macho with me - do you think
I'm a prostitute or something?
But these socks...
Look... the socks are for the bruises.
Nobody's ever nibbled on me like that.
Hello!
Were we waiting for you?
- I suppose so...
- From hypnosis? -Yes. - Get in.
Where do you want to go?
- Doesn't matter where,
I'll go wherever you do
Our stop is the mortuary.
You'll want to get out before that
Shut the door.
Yes.
Salam Aleikum! How are you, friend?
Muhammad? Can you hear me? Hello?
I don't speak Arabic.
Are you in Afghanistan?
I'm in Pakistan.
Can you hear?
I have an important message for you.
I don't speak Arabic. I speak American
Hello! Can you hear me!
I have an important message.
"Wrong... Wrong call... Wrong call!"
What is it?
- It's Santa. Can you open the door!
Thanks.
- Can I help you?
- You've been to war?
- So what?
- In Afghanistan.
Hilda said you were a sniper.
- Who?
Hilda. You had a session
with her today.
She said you have a Russian
tattoo under your arm
I was an ordinary soldier.
So you had a gun, too?
- Everyone did. So you know how to shoot.
- Everyone did.
At people.
Will you teach me, if I have a gun?
- What do you have a gun for?
- If Lars gave it to you,
let Lars teach you.
I want to do it right now.
I want you to teach me today.
- Don't over think it. - I'll try.
Dear Angel, I'm writing
to you about the
night when Safia escaped
and saved me too.
Dear Angel, I'm writing
to you about the
night when Safia escaped
and saved me too.
If I hadn't run after her,
I'd have been blown to pieces
I was starting to recover from the blow,
my ears were ringing, my mouth was dry.
The girl had vanished.
I had no idea which way she'd gone.
I went forward, sometimes running.
After a while I saw a
glow in the darkness,
I went towards it I
was back at the car.
Only corpses, not a
single living soul left.
Then I saw the girl again;
she had also come back.
She stood by the ditch,
looking at the dead bodies.
I don't know if she was
faster or just knew
how to make herself
invisible in the dark
I don't know if she was
faster or just knew
how to make herself
invisible in the dark
at any rate, she vanished from sight.
I stared at the sky and set off
southwest I had to get out of here,
before the helicopter
came looking for me.
What would I have said!
That I felt sorry for a child?
They would have beaten me to death
or crippled me...
It was better to die in the desert
or at the hands of a Muslim.
Maybe the dark night was the only
condition in which I could live.
In the morning I saw her again,
and again she vanished.
I saw her moving on the horizon,
as if she were following me.
We got to a mountain village.
The Muslims came out and locked me
up in a hole with nothing to drink
They tore my shirt off, studied my
tattoo, said they'd slit my throat
Then I found out the
girl's name was Safia
and she wanted to see
me face to face.
The killing was postponed
to the next day.
After meeting Safia, I became a Muslim.
I let them perform all
Safia stayed with me.
It was Allah's will.
I let them perform all
Safia stayed with me.
It was Allah's will.
I had to replace her
father and mother and
brothers My people had
killed her family.
Can I talk to you for a moment?
She said you're her
assistant or secretary.
She called me this morning;
maybe you can help me?
Laabus Lovely.
- That was it! Old house, Flat 5.
Laabus, yes, the director
of, Schizophrenia
Lovely is a world famous artist.
She directs performances.
The last one was, Death of the Blenny'
I live with her temporarily... that is,
as long as Laabus lets me stay.
That used to be my wife's flat.
I want to get in there.
I just want to look
Maybe she left something behind.
When do you want to go?
- Well, as soon as possible.
Okay - wait, I'm almost ready.
The self-fertilizing blenny is the only
creature that would survive the Flood.
breathe under water,
Man will become
just a sperm bank.
breathe under water,
Man will become
just a sperm bank.
The sex act will lose
all significance.
Mere copulation, that's it.
- Interesting.
Once in a while we air
this room out too, but
like your wife left them
Once in a while we air
this room out too, but
like your wife left them
I have to hurry.
Laabus is shooting in the pool.
I need to talk to this
Laabus, face to face.
I wouldn't recommend it today.
Actually, who cares.
She's going to kick me out soon anyway.
Theres just somethings I won't do.
She proposed to me...
- Laabus? Proposed?
She did, yes.
Promise you won't tell anyone.
We're ready! Angel! Action!
Who let you in here? The pool is closed!
- I am Kirotaja, Juunas Jeremia.
I don't care who you are
.You're interrupting
our work Understand?
Get him out of here!
I don't care who you are
.You're interrupting
our work Understand?
Get him out of here!
Are you dizzy?
- No.
Next take. Get ready!
You forgot your glasses.
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