Copenhagen Page #2

There's a club called

Culture Box.

- It's awesome.

- A club.

Yeah, like a nightclub.

- Wow.

- Here's my friend.

Is that where

you're going tonight?

Um...

No. Our bus leaves for Berlin

in like two hours.

Sucks.

Really?

I heard Berlin's cool.

I mean it sucks

that you are leaving.

Well, see ya!

What can I help you with?

Just the bill for that,

please, thanks.

Are you here alone?

You know, it is

when you're all alone,

with no friends,

no family to lean on, that...

that you find out

if you are the kind of person

that one can lean on.

Great.

Yes, yes, it is great.

Listen...

I am going to take a nap.

Um...

You care to lean on me?

Jer!

F***ing douche.

What's going on?

Seriously.

Let's talk about this,

all right?

That's bullshit.

She sucks, all right?

And not in a good way.

We both know it, okay?

Just call me.

Not cool, you know.

That place you marked

on my map was way off.

No, it wasn't.

I looked around all day.

I know I'm not from here,

but I asked people

and everything.

So where are you from?

Canada.

They kill baby seals there.

I'm not really from Canada.

Actually, I'm from Denmark, kind of.

My father was born here.

That address you destroyed

was my grandfather's.

Finding him is the only reason

I'm in this city.

I'm sorry I destroyed

your paper.

It was an accident.

Look, I really need to find him.

Are you sure you read it right?

The address was right.

Maybe I accidentally circled

the wrong spot.

Don't f*** with me.

Look, I already told you.

Forhbningsholms Alle,

number 49.

I can show you where it is,

if you want.

It's on my way home.

But I'm going right now.

You need a bike.

Where am I gonna get a bike?

20 kroner.

F***ing socialists.

It's in here.

Okay, um...

what is the name?

Rasmussen.

Rasmussen.

Yeah. It's here.

First floor,

door on the right side.

Could you come in with me,

please?

Don't eat that sh*t, man.

It has been there for years.

This... This letter is for you.

It's from my father.

He's your father's uncle.

Do... Do you know

where my grandfather is?

What? What's he saying?

Your grandfather was a Nazi.

What the f***

are you talking about?

Good. You deserved that.

What? I'm just translating

for that demented f***.

They took the pictures

and sent them

to your grandfather in jail.

What? What's he saying?

They beat your grandmother

for being with a Nazi.

They shaved her head

and spit in her face.

What? What's he saying?

You can keep them.

Are you okay?

Why wouldn't I be?

How would I find

my grandfather if he's alive?

I don't know. Google?

Wait. Where you going?

Home.

Thank you!

You're still here.

He's smiling.

Happy.

I never saw him smile

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