Kirjad Inglile Page #2

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You wrote the book, Songs of a

Battlefield Surveyor Are you a surveyor?

What's this about?

- I'm in the archives and

I need you urgently.

The archive's closing down.

It's moving to another town.

Edda will copy some

papers I need.

But we don't know what papers we need

to buy land Can you hear me? - Yes.

We need help. You hear?

- Yes, I can hear.

Do you know where the archive is?

Behind the pool?

- No.

You know the sock factory?

In the courtyard of

the old sock factory.

If you're standing by the

factory, the pool is in

front of you, and the

archive is opposite you.

The same building as the training center.

Third floor.

Use the lift. Ask for Edda.

They'll know.

Edda... -Yes, two D's,

not one, as in Buddha.

But with an E, not

a B, and two D's.

Yes, but who am I supposed to.

I'm here to see Edda. - Pardon me?

- I'm here for Edda, at the archives.

What's in your bag?

- A notebook.

Please open the bag

put it on the table.

What's in here?

- Money.

Why don't you keep your money in a bank?

How much do you have here?

- I don't know, it's not my money.

Do you have any ID?

- I do.

Take off your shoes.

- What do you mean?

Take off your shoes, put them next to

your bag and walk through that gate.

Go through the gate.

Come back.

Take off your jacket.

And your vest

Raise your hands.

Turn around.

What do you have here?

- Shrapnel.

Shrapnel?

- From a mine.

You have a doctor's certificate?

- No.

Get one, or you might not be allowed to

?y, if you want to travel somewhere.

If I have to, I'll go by train.

- Suit yourself. I like flying.

I've flown through half the world,

as a stewardess.

Until a Ryanair pilot got me pregnant

and that was that.

By the way, he was English, not Irish.

I bet you thought he was Irish. - No.

Really? You're lying.

You know why English men are better

than, say, Americans or Arabs? - No.

Three things.

- Three?

First they can

appreciate whisky.

Second, they change their socks

twice a day, and third...

If you want to kiss me now...

Kirotaja. It's really you.

I thought Santa had gone mad

Sit down.

I'll get the folders right away.

Edda hasn't been f***ed for ages.

- How do you mean, for ages?

Literally.

Six years for sure, maybe seven.

- Seven isn't ages.

It's not my fault it's so dusty.

It's a swampy marshland!

Why does she want to buy it?

Not just marshland.

There are bits of seashore too.

Some of them still not sold.

One is a madhouse, a former hospital.

So where do the patients go

when the hospital's sold?

- The loonies? - Yeah, them.

I don't know what

Lars' plans are.

Maybe it'll be an

international nudist camp

Ask Edda, she goes there

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