Jag etter vind

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It's normal.

Yeah, sure.

Well, it's true.

- I'm serious. People get turned on by it.

- You're just making it up.

- There's porn with it.

- Huh?

It's called "Cyclus porn".

- What is it?

- What it is?

A bunch of nude women standing

on their heads to keep the cum in.

- There's too little light.

- Too little?

It's all we have.

- We need more light.

- Hello.

- Okay.

- Hello.

Right.

Hi, it's Anna.

Okay.

Thank you.

Why haven't you told me?

About your family?

What are you planning to do?

Why don't you wanna talk about it?

Why won't you tell me?

You'll regret it

your whole life if you don't go.

Grandpa?

Are you okay?

- Nobody asked you to come.

- My boyfriend persuaded me.

Then he's an idiot.

I'm the only one you've got.

The only one I had... is dead.

Why have you chopped down the tree?

Is there any food here?

You can't wear that nightgown.

It's not yours.

I've inherited it from grandma.

The last time we spoke,

she said you were very well.

"Very. "

You've lost your dialect.

If you don't take care of

your language, you'll lose yourself.

I'm engaged.

His name is Mathias. We're getting

married. We're going to start a family.

Yet when I surveyed all

that my hands had done

and what I had toiled to achieve,

everything was meaningless,

a chasing after the wind.

Sounds like fun.

How many spoons for a full kettle?

Arne?

- How are you?

- Are you here?

Yeah, I came for the funeral.

Hasn't he told you grandma's dead?

He hasn't spoken to anyone for years.

Why aren't you talking to Arne Srensen?

What have you done to him?

Mathias, is he German?

His mother is Danish,

his father German.

"A mighty fortress is our God. "

- "A bulwark never failing. "

- You can hold a German wedding speech.

"Our helper He, amid the flood

of mortal ills prevailing. "

I like Germans.

They get up when they should, go to bed

in time, make the most of the day.

Are you Emma?

Are you scared of me?

Why?

- Have you been out sailing?

- I'm playing.

- Have you missed me?

- No.

She's playing there's a tsunami.

Last week it was

a make-believe mudslide.

What was that like?

Sitting on a board for six hours

as the only survivor.

Must be from her hysterical mother.

Vibeke is dead.

You didn't know?

- Lunch is ready.

- I'm not hungry.

- If you don't eat, you'll die.

- Suits me fine.

- I feel sad too.

- You don't know what sadness means.

You're too young. Your emotional

register isn't fully developed.

You're just conceited.

Expect the German to flatter you.

Since the dawn of time...

Don't you start with your

"chasing the wind" bullshit again.

How could grandma stand you?

You think your grandma was a saint?

You think all that drivel she served

you on the phone was true?

Where are you going?

- Have a nice day.

- Remember how you stole popsicles?

Why did you just leave?

Because of the accident?

I'm leaving as well.

- Where to?

- You live in Oslo?

- No.

- Got a boyfriend? Is he cute?

- Yeah.

- You should ditch him.

- You'll miss everything.

- Like what?

Sun and fun. One guy thought I was hot.

Another wanted to take pictures of me.

- You have a boyfriend?

- I used to.

But he fooled around with Cecilie

while we were together.

Cecilie, you know. His ex.

She was in your class.

With that kid.

She walks past every day

with that ugly kid. Cecilie.

- The big drama queen, you know.

- Okay.

They went on vacation

last week. Kill me.

- It's not the end of the world.

- It is for me.

To get back at Erlend, I slept with

all his pals. Now I'm pregnant.

A kid, like.

- Where can I get some cloth?

- What? Now?

- Fabric.

- Oh, I see.

Did you get wood glue?

- They don't have any.

- Goddamn Co-op.

Well, you'll have to ask Hvard.

I saw your grandma often.

She used to come here alone, sat on an

old folding chair by the water's edge.

Sat there for hours, soaking her feet,

then came up here for a glass of wine.

"Waiter? May I have a glass of wine?

Thank you. "

She called you "that flirt".

"That flirt, he's so charming. "

- She hated it when we broke up.

- We didn't. You just left.

It was already over.

You never had time for me.

- I was 18 years old.

- So was I. You never had time.

If it's not true, then why was I alone

with my parents on that holiday?

- So it's my fault they died? Jesus.

- That's not what I meant.

- Hvard, I didn't...

- Yeah, yeah.

- Grandma said she came here regularly.

- No.

Or she did,

but that was just one year.

It's here.

She sat here.

Here.

Every Sunday for a year.

- My parents...

- Yes?

- Did she start coming here then?

- No, it was much later.

It was about three years ago, I think.

- Where's she lying?

- Down here at the morgue.

- I've never seen a dead person before.

- It's okay. It's like she's sleeping.

If you touch her,

just remember she's cold,

Probably in the lower 20s.

Room temperature.

We've taken out her dentures,

so her mouth looks odd.

May I put this in her coffin?

No, there's no point in that.

We're moving her to another coffin.

- Is it that hard to move a flower?

- There's a lot to keep in mind.

- Then write it down.

- What did you say?

- Jesus...

- Don't you "Jesus" me.

People put all sorts of stuff in.

Once I found a parakeet.

- You're kidding.

- It's true. You've no idea.

Nothing goes into the coffin.

- It's just a tiny flower.

- Sure, to you it's just a tiny flower.

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