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I'd like to push the appointment

back by 45 minutes. Is that...

- Oh Lord.

- Is that okay?

Yes, of course.

- Yes, naturally. Good, thanks.

- Mum, you're being too loud.

- Don't you notice I'm on the phone.

- It's really loud how you're speaking.

- There's other people...

- I was just changing the appointment.

After all,

it's taking you a while in there.

That's all I was doing.

It looks nice on you.

- It's totally baggy though.

- It's not baggy.

It has bright colours... You just

have to tie it up a bit around you.

I have such a headache.

Mum...

Sorry.

What's wrong?

Oh, Mum...

I don't know what's wrong.

Maybe being around

so many sick people.

It has nothing to do with you.

I'll call you, okay?

DUST ON OUR HEARTS

I feel...

a bit confused.

I still have to straighten that out,

become more open and go with the flow.

Take that off, please.

I have to finish practising.

I'm not done yet.

- I have to finish practising too.

- But you have to put on a t-shirt.

See? I'm already wearing mydress.

Put on a t-shirt.

Theophilus Thistle,

the thistle sifter,

sifted a sieve of unsifted thistles.

That's where Theophilus Thistle's

sieve of sifted thistles is.

Okay, let's begin then.

- Nice dress, by the way.

- Thanks.

It looks good on you.

My mother gave it to me.

- Really? Say hi to your mother for me.

- I will.

Does your mother look like you?

We do resemble one another a bit.

She's a bit shorter.

Your husband of three years

is named Paul.

I've been having an affair with him.

- We've been friends for many years.

- Oh God!

I'm about to tell you.

I suggest that when she comes

to greet you at the window,

you go to your place marker

and you follow and go to your marker.

- Okay.

- Great.

Maybe that's how it is,

we have to fight all the time

in order to like one another again...

I haven't met anyone for two years,

and you know that.

So I should just let you have Paul

because of that?

I tried, okay?

I couldn't.

- She ignored him.

- What did you try?

- Pardon me?

- She was ignoring him.

He came to see me

and was at his wit's end.

You're cold.

You're only interested in work.

You're crazy!

Me, cold?

So now you're telling me I'm cold?

- You are!

- That's ridiculous!

- Have a nice life.

- Oh, man, Luise!

Thank you. You often say things

that you don't even have to.

- I can see them in your eyes.

- Do I talk too much?

- Sometimes.

- Sorry.

I also talk too much,

we have that in common.

- Exactly... Now I'm confused.

- Me too.

Otherwise, great. Go back

to the real scene and try it again.

I write prose.

In other words, stories.

For the longest time, I haven't

been able to write anymore...

If I understand correctly,

when a story is half-finished,

you get a kind of writer's block?

It's always the same.

At some point I have the feeling that

what I'm writing is no good,

and then I don't finish it.

Do you have any fears?

- A fear of failure?

- Yes.

Do you long for recognition?

Love?

Yes.

Try not to put such pressure

on yourself.

- It's not just for my sake!

- For who else's then?

My parents

have invested in me.

They paid for my studies and expect

me to make something of myself.

Society expects something. I'm not

the only one that has to love myself!

The others have to love me too!

But you're still a young woman...

I'm already 38

and haven't accomplished anything.

Sorry.

You don't have to be sorry.

You haven't done anything wrong.

I feel like I've done

so many things wrong.

I tell mydaughter only stupid people

don't make mistakes.

It's impossible not to make mistakes.

Hey boss! Hello?

How can I get

into Kopenhagener Strasse?

Go up to the cross street

and you'll wind back here.

Okay, thanks.

Help!

- The warrior's got me!

- I can see he's enjoying your present.

- I'm going to skin you!

- Ouch! My skin!

With Parmesan?

Do you like Parmesan?

- Yes, if you have some.

- Okay.

Man, it's already so late.

Time for bed!

We still have to eat

before he goes to bed.

Lenni, be a little bit more gentle.

I'm already getting an earache.

I want an answer now, Lenni.

- Hello? Answer me, do you want to eat?

- I'll just go to bed.

- Goodnight.

- Okay, then sleep well.

Wow, how do you do it?

- Oh God.

- Did it burn?

No, I saved it just in time.

- It tastes really good.

- Delicious, right?

- It's nice to see you.

- Yes.

I think that maybe...

I need to look around...

but maybe I'll move back to Berlin.

- Bedtime now?

- I want to climb over you.

Well, to tell you the truth...

I had a good time in Cologne

and it was important I went there.

But somehow I really missed Berlin.

You get the rest of the pot.

- Great, give me the burned bits too.

- No, have a look.

- It's not burned.

- I like the scrapings.

But I can't give you any.

- Not so full.

- But you must be thirsty.

Yes, but I'm not a boozer!

So...

And what about... mum?

- Mum?

- How is she?

Okay, I think. Same as always.

- So you're still in contact?

- Of course.

Everyday.

- Every day?

- Yes, of course.

Have you heard the latest?

No, she has a boyfriend?

No!

No, we're getting a new flat.

- What?

- Chris bought us a flat.

- For you and Lenni?

- Yes, in the same building.

And did you...

do you know how much it costs?

- What, the flat? No. I won't tell you.

- Why not?

You think

I'm going to chatter about the price?

- Well...

- No.

- No, I can't tell you.

- So you know the price?

Of course!

She rubbed it in my face a few times.

About the flat from Chris...

Would it be a problem if I...

Just one or two nights...?

I'd have to ask her first.

- No, you don't have to ask.

- Why? It's your flat.

- It's your decision.

- But I haven't moved in yet.

- Don't you have anywhere to sleep?

- No.

- You know, hotels are expensive...

- That's tough.

I just arrived

and I'm not even sure if...

Maybe you won't even find anything.

So you want your old father

to sleep in his car?

No, of course not.

It's only for a couple of days.

Then it's important

that Chris doesn't notice anything.

You have to be reallyquiet.

Leave your instruments in the car.

Did you give Wolfgang

my mobile number?

No.

- Are you mad?

- What?

- Why are you asking me?

- Because he has my number.

I don't even know Wolfgang.

I don't care.

I'm sick of your behaviour, okay?

I'm going to set the table.

Everything's fine.

Yes, and I'm peeling the asparagus,

and everything's fine.

I'm finished. I'll be off then.

- Hey.

- Leave me alone.

What is it?

- I'm sorry.

- Everything's fine.

I'm not contagious, you know.

- I'm your mother.

- Fine.

- Can you let go of me?

- No.

- I just want to play in peace, okay?

- I just want to show some affection.

Not right now.

- Why not?

- Cause I'm playing now.

Man, stop bugging me!

I can turn that thing off.

- Hello!

- Hello.

- What's up?

- What's up with you?

- Where's Lenni?

- At Philipp's.

- Who's Philipp?

- My neighbour.

- I'll just say hi to Gabriel.

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