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while I hold him!

It's no problem for you to go in there...

But I can't understand why

you force me to come here.

Everything okay?

She still hasn't held him.

What's that to do with HIM?

Somebody hits me in the stomach. I fall

down on the floor and it's wet and cold.

So I huddle myself up... trying to protect my

body, my breasts, and my stomach, that way.

They say I'm the ugliest

in the whole school.

And they had this thing... this bottle...

...that they wanted to...

wanted to stick into me.

Then they say I have to open my legs.

So I do it.

It's cold and hard.

Afterwards, it bleeds a bit and I go out

into the playground again.

But nobody looks at me at all,

except...

Since I don't have kids,

family or anything at all...

...it all feels quite meaningless.

Including my life.

My problem is... the present... reality.

I hate reality!

Hello!

How've you been today?

It's so goddamn hard trying to keep

this all together, all on my own.

Erika...

So what would you like me to do?

Well?!

Act as though everything's normal?

As if nothing happened?

I don't know. Maybe I'd like you to...

I don't know.

Could at least accept that it's all

for real, that it's here... and now.

- Accept it?

- Yes.

So what do you think

would happen then?

I don't know.

You are so goddamned naive!

What do you think will happen?

We bring Alexander home,

and everything's OK again?

With tubes and machines...

and a lot of schedules to follow!

And a lot of people running

around all over the place.

What the hell do you want us to do?

HE IS NOT DEAD!

I'm sorry.

I can't do any better than this.

Listen...

I AM sorry.

I'll go down to Copenhagen

and see Christopher over the holidays.

I've got to get away for a bit, and think.

OK.

The film is 90 minutes long

and I didn't think of Mum once.

So this movie made you want to repress

the memory of your mother?

You've got to think of something else

sometimes, don't you?

Definitely. I'm just trying to understand

what Rikard's getting at.

Even though Indians were tortured,

they didn't all get depressed about it.

It was just "back to work" harvesting

in the fields, or out hunting.

- Didn't they live in the jungle?

- Guatemala.

That was more fields.

They didn't have time to feel bad.

To get beaten to a pulp was nothing.

They stuck together. Children died...

natural disasters... war...

But they just kept going...

and I find that very inspiring.

I feel I might start thinking like that...

one day... if all goes well.

- That's very interesting.

- Yes.

I've thought that way, too, sometimes.

- Or something like it.

- In what way?

- What have you thought, Ann-Sofi?

- Well...

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