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If you... Are there any other men

like you around here?

Good heavens,

here comes our memento mori.

Think hes still able

to lift anything?

Did you see the look on his face?

It took him by surprise.

It would have surprised them

in the salon diplomatique too.

Thats your problem, Sam,

you cant enjoy having nothing.

Yes, do check. They might have

expired these last few hours.

If you had just booked a package

holiday, we wouldnt be here now.

They would simply have given us

a new car.

Im not a tourist, Sam.

Im a traveller.

I wonder if hes ever seen

a woman in the flesh before.

I dont think you two ever made

him worry about being dirty.

This heat.

Id like to roll around in the sand

stark naked.

Do you know the feeling?

Twenty years ago I wouldnt have

hesitated for a second.

And now Im supposed

to be too old?

He doesnt understand me.

Everything I say

falls into a bottomless pit.

What the hell.

This is real travelling.

When I first met my husband...

I used to think

diplomats travelled a lot.

I didnt have a clue.

A man who had to travel for his work

seemed ideal.

Not that that was the reason I...

It was love all right.

A real case of coup de foudre.

A marriage of convenience starts

here and the passion comes later.

If it comes.

But start off madly in love and

theres nothing to look forward to.

And looking back poisons the mind.

Hmm? Old man.

I loved travelling because it was

something I could do on my own.

Poor Sam.

Doing all this just to please me.

But sitting at home sulking is better

for your illusions than pursuing them.

The last thing you want

is to catch up with them.

You people here can still do that.

Fantastic.

Be alone with yourself...

...and yet keep hoping.

Hoping?

For what?

Hope...

...is the last to die.

Authentic...

This really is so authentic.

But no, the video camera

was absolutely banned.

This is Zen, this is Zarathustra.

And all completely authentic.

Damnation, the one time

you really want it. Typical.

What a nightmare.

Hardship, Sam,

thats what travelling is all about.

Yeah...

Ill just go inside for a moment.

Style never creases.

Oh God, Im carrying on

like the madwoman of the mountains.

The home stitch.

The love knot...

The front mast throw...

The strangle knot...

The slipping half-stitch...

The lobster...

The witchs knot...

The Dutch escape...

People think that you have

to be a lightweight to fly high.

But the opposite is true.

You better be big and strong.

You need broad wings.

Light enough?

Light enough to leave the ground, but

is it strong enough to bear the weight?

How do you know?

- How strong the reeds are?

How broad your wings have to be.

You only know when youve tried it.

- So well try it out next week?

Perhaps. If Im far enough.

Well try it out together. Wont we?

Yes.

Some things are much too dangerous.

- They are strictly for grown-ups.

And why do people want to grow up?

To try out their dreams before

passing them on to their children.

Precisely.

See you next week?

- Next week.

When a northern gale...

...blasts all your hope...

When the fire... "

...of your sweethearts love...

...burns for another...

...hoist the sail, hoist it now.

We still have clouds.

Sail on thin air and set...

...course for the clouds.

Follow the first sigh...

...and let yourself go...

...on new wings one last time.

You sing, but what you hear...

...is the wrong song.

You know you feel the right tone...

...but it escapes you.

Hoist the sail, hoist it now.

We still have clouds.

Sail on thin air and set...

...course for the clouds.

Follow the first sigh...

...and let yourself go...

...on new wings one last time.

Each tear was once a smile...

...before it died away.

Each dream gives way to day...

...hope for a new shore.

So hoist the sail, hoist it now.

We still have clouds.

Sail on thin air and set...

...course for the clouds.

Follow the first sigh...

...and let yourself go...

...on new wings one last time.

Sail on the first sigh.

Dare to fly one last time.

So hoist the sail, hoist it now.

Been at the breakwater, Arend?

Does it look bad?

The wind is turning.

You hear that, Josse?

Theres a northern storm coming.

Nearly, my boy.

Nearly.

Oh, no. Give me a double, too.

What have you got to celebrate?

- Just one thing.

That thick skull of yours, Ill bet.

Heres to hope.

- See what I mean?

Hope must fly.

Just forget it, Arend.

Bill Ramsey was her first lover.

To a woman that means a lot.

Shell never forget him.

- Not for you anyway.

They think the first one

is the only one.

Especially after Bill Ramsey.

- You were only a little boy then.

Do you remember him?

Yes.

Of course.

Olle.

The wind carried him in.

The door blew open...

...and there he stood,

wreathed in a fog from the sea.

How long ago was it?

Six years, seven?

This ones on me.

Strong drop, this.

- Dont have to tell us that.

In one hand he held his knapsack...

...in the other the knots

for holding back the winds.

On one arm he carried the east,

on the other the west.

Nothing as dangerous as memory.

Olle.

Tonight Ill make another ship.

Just tell me how you want it.

We can all dream.

Goodnight then...

May I?

If you could,

you wouldnt have to ask.

Do you think

he will take me along too?

Life at sea is hard.

You will ask him, when he comes,

whether I can come along...

Once he was in a storm that went on

for three weeks, day and night.

I dont care about storms.

Not if were with Ramsey.

He knows all the storms.

He rides them, one after the other.

He takes them on

with one hand on the helm.

And one arm around our shoulders.

- Did he say that?

So we dont get hurt.

Do you believe

such a person exists?

Ive heard so much about him.

No-one else can compete.

I close my eyes, and I see him.

- But do you believe that he really exists?

Ive been hearing these stories

for so long now. It must be true.

Why are you doing this?

What do you want?

Look at me. This is what I am.

Here. Just this.

What use are big ideas to me?

- They offer protection.

You dont know

what youre talking about.

Ill show you a man

who knows how to protect a woman.

Salt...

...tar and wet ropes.

When will you stop all this?

Cant you smell it, Arend?

Hes nearby.

Again?

- Not far away.

Thatll be the third time this winter.

- This winter its going to happen.

And tomorrow Ill comfort you again.

With one of your little drawings?

Dont make me laugh.

Mister shipbuilder.

You say you dont like dreaming...

...but when someone tells you

a few stories, you believe them.

At least Ramsey has something

to tell. Hes a real man.

To hear you talk, he must be.

Hell keep his word. Youll see.

Sure.

I can smell him already.

He wont just be dreaming.

Hes seen things.

Lousy weather.

A double.

We havent had anything like this

in years.

A storm like this. Such a bad one.

North. A storm from the north.

Dead north.

Seven years since weve

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