Somnambuul Page #4

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since her bed is empty.

Kasper could be there too.

With mother...

What are you doing here?

- Sleeping.

How long can you sleep?

- Let me be.

People sleep at night.

It's none of your business.

Must I sit in the house, behind

lock and key, just like mother?

What was it with mother, tell me!

I'm telling you nothing.

It's time to forget, anyway.

What if I cannot forget?

You can, trust me!

- But if I can't...

If it all comes back to me in sleep!

Eetla, wake up!

I am...

Mother's still here and Kasper too.

See, look!

The female turns her back

towards land,

they grab each other's legs with their

talons and whirl downwards,

letting go just before

reaching the ground.

This is the wedding fl ight

during the mating season...

Haliaetus albicilla...

I will take these birds down

if you want and drown them

or shoot them to pieces...

All the same to me...

Just tell me what you would like.

Drown or shoot to pieces.

Shoot myself to pieces too.

Say the word.

You think I'm crazy, off my head,

that I don't understand anything.

I am not crazy

and I am not a sleepwalker.

You were more crazy yourself,

and more of a sleepwalker too.

That's why I am asking you now. You

tell me, mothers are supposed to know.

Mothers do talk with their daughters,

don't they. Even if they are whores.

What am I to do?

I haven't had... How much time

has passed, let me think...

Two months... Three months... I haven't

had a period since the time Kasper left.

Something must be going on, surely.

Or perhaps they seized me and did it...

I don't know how many there were.

Some did it several times.

Maybe it's them. Tell me... What?

Can't hear...

Can't hear...

It was you who told me...

You told me...

When that bird flew at my legs,

wings open... And I could not move...

Then you told me to spread my legs.

Kasper wanted ... And the mute,

pretty girl, he said...

Tell me... Talk to me...

Talk... Talk...

What... What... What must I...

What must I do!

Was it you?

- Was I what?

Screaming?

Mother was screaming.

Now, at night?

- Yes.

Screamed in her sleep

that the letter had got wet.

What letter? - How should

I know... The letter she wrote.

You didn't have a look then?

I can't remember. It was so dark

in there I could not see.

And this is why you screamed?

- I did not scream, it was mother.

She had climbed

into the boat naked, and...

Kasper was there too.

In the dream?

Does it matter.

- Of course not. You go to sleep now.

And you leave me alone when I sleep.

Kasper.

It's Kasper.

Are you in bed already?

I brought you an egg.

You drink it up, then sleep on.

I'm putting it here by the door.

Mind you don't step on it in the dark.

Eetla!

Eetla!

Dance...

I dance - I dance...

Wait... wait, I can't...

I can't... Wait...

Wait... wait, I can't...

Do you hear me, I can't...

I can't!

Where are my birds?

The ones hanging here...

They must have flown away.

Where are my birds?

Where are mother's clothes?

And gold things and jewellery?

You were let out in return for those.

For those? Let me go?

I was let go for those.

I want my birds back!

Why are you shouting?

I'm not shouting,

I am asking you.

Ask mother.

Mother said a long time ago

the stuffed birds made her sick...

Dangling on the string

and can't get away...

And make her sick...

Get away from here! Whores!

Just go away...

To the theatre, opera.

Swim or fly like the Dutchman did...

I can't stand the Dutchman.

Comes through the ice, straight on...

Comes and pushes and pushes

and pushes and keeps pushing

and pushing and pushing...

To split my c*nt ... Yes! C*nt!

I mean c*nt... You are a whore

and won't tell me what to say.

I am me and I say what I want

and I go where I want...

To Stockholm by boat... I've got

a ticket to the fl ying Dutchman.

What more do you want?

That I should stay here?

Never again! Here? I've got

a ticket to the fi rst row... Royal opera...

I sit right next to the king...

And you all... Stuffed whores,

stare at me with envy,

because it's my third month...

And when it gets dark and

the music starts up... the overture,

then the king will place his hand

on my belly and I whisper to him...

I lean towards him, like that...

Press my mouth against his ear

and say in a very low voice,

I say it's my third month now...

Yes, indeed ...

I didn't dare tell father...

I did not know what he might do

with my child...

Stuff it and hang it on a string so

that there's a place to hide needles in...

And everything will start again...

Father!

Do you hear me!

Open up! Father!

Open it! Do you hear me!

I am sleeping...

I can't hear anything...

Do you hear me!

Father!

See, mother,

how beautiful it is here...

Look, mother, look,

we are having fireworks! Look now!

We, you and me!

Look! We are having...

You and me...

Two whores...

The north-western coast of Estonia,

summer 1945. 30,000 Estonians

have escaped to Sweden across the sea.

Thousands more have perished in storms,

on cold dark nights. People fl ee

everywhere, to America and Australia.

Those who stayed at home were arrested

and there were mass deportations

to Siberia.

There is no family

left untouched by the war

and fifty years of occupation.

Between 1939 and1949, Estonia lost

one fifth of its entire population.

Above the clouds the sun is shining.

From up there the world seems so small.

Close your eyes and you know,

the bad is over, only good remains.

Above the clouds the sun is shining.

When the sun is in your heart,

then your heart is not small.

Let in all that's good,

never remember what is bad.

Then you are the sun, warm and good.

When the sun is in your heart,

then your heart is not small.

Let in all that's good,

never remember what is bad.

Then you are the sun, warm and good.

You are the sun, warm and good.

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