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On 17 April 2008, my team took part

in an operation outside Meymaneh.

We were on observation

in the Western part of the province.

On 17 April 2008, -

-my team and I took part in

an operation outside Meymaneh.

We were on observation

in the Western part of the province.

We'd set up camp and posted guards.

At 22:
15 hours I was informed of

a possible IED in a white Mercedes.

In addition to us, Susanne Holmboe,

a journalist from VG, had come along.

Holmboe claimed she had clearance

and joined us at her own risk.

Four of us prepared

a roadblock on the main road.

I stood guard

on the other side of the camp.

He'd been hit in the neck.

Get out! Get out! Get out!

He was later taken to hospital,

where he died.

I completed

the final month of my tour of duty.

Down! Down! Down!

Get down! Get down!

Two days after my return, a picture

is published on the front page of VG.

In my opinion, this picture is the

reason why I'm standing here today.

I acted according to instructions.

Hi.

Did you forget the yoga?

It's so quiet here.

You know, I have to move.

I can hear my neighbour

brush his teeth. My new boss-

- wants me to pay 8,000 per month,

and that's with discount.

My new boss wants me to walk her dog.

Pay someone to walk your dog!

His name is Fluffy.

But he's white, and more "Puffy",

I have to say. A white poodle.

We went to the Vigeland Park.

Those statues are amazing!

Like Russian miners,

only smaller, angrier and weaker.

What makes the shot great, is

the boy's bravery. He won't give up.

It's really nice.

Truly excellent.

But maybe we could try

a slightly different shade of red?

-What were you thinking of?

-Something brighter?

-Like p*ssy pink?

-Are you starting again?

I'm talking about a colour.

Don't you know what "p*ssy" means?

Don't we agree that he can't

say that to me? Aren't you the boss?

Trude's right. Apologise.

You must have seen the colour

of what she's got down there?

-I'm telling Ms. Hemse.

-No, please don't.

Axel's giving me lip again!

Ann broke up with me this morning.

I'm moving back home to my parents.

What do you want me to do about it?

A back rub would be nice.

I think you'll have to work from home

until you sort out your vocabulary.

Hi.

Right...

Weve got something to celebrate.

-That's nice.

-Yes, but we don't have much time.

Let's see... She'll be here in 45

minutes. The pictures looked okay.

Is this an okay neighbourhood?

Maybe you don't Ive here?

-But you've got some impression?

-It's not the west side.

He's my son. He's going

to study at the university.

-It's going to be great. Really fine.

-Mother...

I'm sorry.

Just pretend I'm not here.

Would you like something to drink?

Champagne.

-Well, I just...

-Okay.

It's finally over now.

Hi.

You're here to look at the flat?

Well, we can just step inside.

It's in here.

-How many people live here?

-Weve expanded into the basement.

The housing market is boiling these

days. We've got 114 tenants here now.

There. Maybe well let him in first,

as he's going to live here.

Go ahead.

These used to be offices.

Well, everything seems

to be in order here.

-It looked different on the webpage.

-In what way?

Well, not that cramped. Lighter.

Right, shall we sign the contract?

-Hi. I'll just leave it here.

-Sure, no problem. Fluffy!

When will she earn

not to sh*t in our garden?

Good to see you.

Could you go wipe it up?

-Me? It's not my dog.

-No, but I'm cooking, right?

Well done, Axel!

-Hi, mom.

-Hi.

-Good to see you.

-You too.

So you got a friend to seduce her

to see if she was faithful?

-That's how it's done these days.

-How childish!

It's not easy for him.

Ann cheated on me. We broke up.

I wasn't planning to marry the twat.

I'll take some time off from work.

I'll be okay.

It's alright to feel hurt

when you've been betrayed.

-You don't entrap your girlfriend.

-He didn't entrap her.

I wouldn't call it entrapment.

It's more a test.

I didn't trust her, quite simply.

It's important that you trust

your intuition. Prove it right.

-See you.

-Be home for the hunt?

-Sure, bye.

-Goodbye.

-Hi.

-Hello.

No. I just washed the floor!

For sure, it's the mafia. They always

have blood under their shoes.

-Hello?

-Hi.

Hey, could you do us a favour?

Could we leave some material here?

-What does he say?

-It's just some flyers.

Yeah. We want our soldiers home

from Afghanistan. People are dying.

It's important that Norwegians get

the message, do something about it.

-But... You don't have a fag?

-No, I'm afraid not.

-What does he want?

-Cigarettes.

-Thanks.

-You're welcome.

-Goodbye.

-Bye.

"Bring the soldiers home."

I wouldn't mind

bringing those two home.

My turn to annoy the neighbours.

Hello? Hi.

Why aren't you in bed yet? I see.

Is grandma asleep?

No.

Goodbye. Bye.

I miss him so much.

Okay.

Let's turn on the music again.

-I'll call the police.

-I'm the son in the house.

They told me nothing about a son.

They only told me about a dog.

You don't look like them.

You're Chinese.

Yes, I'm from Asia.

You see that picture on the Wal?

Just...

-It's from the first time I met them.

-The small one, it's you?

Yes. Adoption. I guess

you can't afford that in Russia.

I'm from Poland.

You don't have to be rude. I'm sorry.

-I'm Maria.

-Good for you.

Thank you.

-Would you like some coffee?

-No thanks.

On the house?

But the food was good.

What are you reading?

Philosophy and science history.

Ive been admitted to the university.

Philosophy.

Have you taken it?

Yanne?

Ive got news for you.

At my boss' house, there's a picture

of a boy. It looks like yours.

-But it's not the same.

-What?

In my boss' house there's

a picture on the wall, of a boy.

And he looks like that boy.

The small one.

Your brother.

Yes. Now I'm 100% sure.

But the framing is different.

They've changed the picture.

You're not there.

-For some reason.

-It's not so strange.

I'm just his half sister.

What was he like?

Kind of attractive.

But not nice. Not a gentleman.

No, I mean...

Did he seem happy?

He thinks he's happy, but he's not.

Don't you miss him?

Axel? Could you go

and fetch a poop bag?

Yanne? Yanne!

Listen...

I want you to leave him a one.

Don't tell him anything.

He thinks he's happy.

He looks happy.

Is my little girl hiding here?

Mommy.

Mommy!

Are you hiding in the closet again?

Hello?

Oh my god!

My son was baptised in that church!

-You have a family?

-Yes, I have a son.

He lives with my parents

While I'm here.

Look!

It's not so beautiful. Quite ugly.

But that was the style in the 80s.

Don't you have work to do?

-Why are you so rude?

-Maybe I'm evil.

Maybe you're stupid-

- to Ive with your parents,

though you're grown-up.

I gave up my job to spend time

with our beautiful maid.

So you think sitting at your parents'

house is better than manual labour?

Maybe.

Pleased to meet you...

Wonderboy.

Pleased to meet you too.

Bye!

That a journalist may be dangerous,

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