The Unbearable Lightness of Being Page #3

the marches, the crowds, the shouting....

I liked to be part of it.

The whole world

looked like a grand march to me...

ever onward to a better world.

-Me, too. I marched every year.

-Really?

Yes, but I was forced to march.

Everybody was.

The May Day parade,

all the girls dressed the same.

Everybody smiling,

everybody throwing flowers.

I could never keep in step.

The girls behind me

would purposely step on my heels.

What happened to your country

is a tragedy.

-You think so?

-Of course.

There was hope. They killed it.

You're not going to become boring,

are you?

Waiter?

-Can you stop that noise?

-Noise?

Yes. What you call music.

I'll have to ask the manager.

Everywhere music's turning into noise.

Look. These plastic flowers....

They even put them in water.

And look out there.

Those buildings...

the uglification of the world.

The only place we can find beauty...

is if its persecutors have overlooked it.

It's a planetary process...

and I can't stand it.

-Is anything wrong?

-Wrong? No.

Everything is fine.

It's just that noise. Could you stop it?

It sounds like dirty water.

I'm sorry, sir.

The other customers do like this noise.

How can they eat food and listen to sh*t?

In that case...

we'll look for a place with better taste.

Thank you.

I hope you didn't mind leaving that place.

Just the opposite. I like to leave places.

I like to leave.

I hope you're not having a bad time.

Not at all.

I have a train to catch in an hour.

I'm giving a lecture in Torino tomorrow.

-You travel by train?

-Always.

I love trains. They are so erotic.

By the way, my wife owns an art gallery.

Maybe she could help you.

You are married?

Yes.

Watch out!

Be careful.

Well, welcome to Geneva.

That's good work. But it's too late.

Russians in Prague....

We've seen these everywhere.

The events are too remote now. It's over.

But there, nothing is over.

Everybody still demands

that the Russians leave.

There are strikes all over the country,

and protests.

But here, nobody seems to care anymore.

Here is the story

about the nudists in France.

Thank you.

Wait, just have a look.

Superb photographs of Prague.

It's a pity we're just getting them now.

Here, have a look at mine. Of course,

they have nothing to do with yours.

Not at all. They are the same.

There's nothing wrong

with the human body. It's normal.

And everything normal is beautiful.

You have a terrific sense

of the female body.

These provocative poses.

You'd be a topnotch fashion photographer.

You ought to get a model to work with.

Make a portfolio for the agencies.

But for now, I can introduce you

to the editor of our garden section.

Yeah, sure.

They always need shots of cactuses,

roses and things.

Cactuses?

No. You're too kind, really.

But I'd rather be a waitress

or stay at home.

But will you be fulfilled sitting at home?

What am I going to do?

Take pictures of naked women?

Why does everybody

want to see pictures of naked women?

Are they that interesting?

See you later.

-Are you working this afternoon?

-Yes, I'll be back late.

Will you be all right?

Yes, I suppose so.

Good.

Come with me to Amsterdam in two days.

-I've seen Amsterdam.

-You have?

A friend of mine

once sent me a postcard from there.

It's taped up over my toilet.

Haven't you noticed?

Tell me, Franz...

why do you always have to take me

to another city?

Why don't you ever want

to make love to me in Geneva?

-I told you.

-Tell me again.

Because I couldn't go home

and go to bed with my wife.

You couldn't go from one bed to another

the same day?

-That's right.

-Why?

I feel it would be humiliating to my wife...

to me, and to you.

It might seem ridiculous,

but that's the way it is.

I have to go.

Say you'll come with me.

I'll come with you.

It's good to see you.

How are you?

Fine.

I'm fine.

-Did Tereza come with you?

-Of course.

Good. How is she?

She's so-so. She's okay.

She's looking for a job.

Good. I'd like to see her sometime.

Of course. What about you?

Fine. I'm fine.

Good.

I met another man.

He's the best man I've ever met.

He's bright, handsome, good....

-And he's crazy about me.

-Good.

-And he's married.

-Good.

There's only one thing:

He doesn't like my hat.

Your hat.

Your hat makes me want to cry, Sabina.

I'll call you.

I'll see you soon.

Naked women.

Yes?

It's you!

Yes!

What?

Some woman said that I should do some...

-nude shots.

-Nude shots?

Yeah, nude shots.

For that we'd better have a drink first.

Take the glasses.

How is Tomas?

Fine.

-Haven't you seen him?

-No.

Look at me.

Look up.

Take off your clothes.

What?

Now it's my turn.

I don't like to be naked.

Take off your clothes.

Wait.

No!

Look at me, Tereza.

Tereza, meet Franz.

She's a friend of mine from Prague,

another crazy chick.

She's modeling for me.

Or I am for her, or something.

I've left her.

What?

I've left my wife.

I've left my wife.

What did she say?

"Don't forget your tuxedo."

She even helped me to pack.

We're still friends, I think.

I have to go home

to get some more things...

my books, my tuxedo....

And I want to make sure she's all right.

We didn't argue.

I know you agree.

We have to live in a glass house

where there are no secrets.

We couldn't live in lies anymore.

We have to live in truth.

Sabina, would you mind

if I stayed here for a while?

If it's no imposition.

Until I get my bearings.

If it's all right...

I'll come back tomorrow.

And....

Oh, God.

Goodbye, Tereza. See you again, I'm sure.

Listen, Tereza....

I want you to leave now.

I have things I must do.

Sabina?

Maybe I should have stayed...

stopped running...

stopped leaving.

Franz was such a good man.

What are you going to do now?

Leave.

Sabina.

I don't know. I'll go to...

Paris, maybe.

Or to America.

Come to me.

You want to see America?

Sometime.

Maybe I'm seeing you for the last time.

Maybe.

Karenin.

Tomas, I know I'm supposed to help you.

But I can't.

Instead of being your support,

I'm your weight.

Life is very heavy to me...

and it is so light to you.

I can't bear this lightness,

this freedom.

I'm not strong enough.

In Prague, I only needed you for love.

In Switzerland...

I was dependent on

you for everything.

What would happen if

you abandoned me?

I'm weak.

I'm going back to the country of the weak.

Goodbye.

I'm sorry, but I've taken Karenin.

And your camera.

Cognac?

Are you all right?

Yes, fine.

And Karenin?

Fine, too.

What are you going to do here?

I'll find something.

Tomas.

I really don't like to do this.

I shouldn't have to do this.

You remember the article...

that you wrote about King Oedipus?

How the Communist leaders

should have put out their eyes?

Yes, I'd almost forgotten.

They haven't.

They've prepared this little letter,

a sort of retraction.

You just say you got it wrong,

you really didn't understand.

You sign. That's all.

Don't misunderstand.

They're not asking for a public declaration.

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