The Passion of Anna Page #2

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toward my marriage

as you have toward

your cultural center,

I wouldn't have

any beautiful memories.

I wouldn't believe

in anything.

...because I know

we'll run into new problems,

which will result

in a nervous breakdown

and psychological

and physical violence.

How will you get home tonight?

You can sleep here.

Can't he?

Let's have some coffee.

Do you want some coffee?

Andreas!

Elis!

Anna's having a nightmare.

Last year, I bought the land

down to the sea.

- It's beautiful.

- We have some privacy here.

Did you hear

something last night?

Yes, I woke up briefly.

It was Anna.

She still has nightmares

after the accident.

I understand.

Let's go to the mill.

- This is the place. Come in.

- Oh!

In the beginning,

I collected all kinds of pictures,

those I took myself

and those from newspapers,

magazines, and old photo albums.

They're always about people.

Here we have people eating.

Amazing.

People asleep,

people in the grip of violent

emotions in different sections.

Once I collected

only pictures of violent acts.

Please sit down.

Thanks.

I've catalogued them

according to behavior.

An irrational classification,

just as meaningless

as the collecting itself.

There are faces, close-ups.

I took them myself.

Some of them are interesting.

Do you mind if I take

some pictures of you?

Not at all.

I would be flattered.

I have all the time in the world.

Great.

Here it is.

This might interest you.

Anna Fromm, 23 years old,

happily married, seven years

before the catastrophe.

No picture of her husband?

Yes, of course.

It would be interesting

to see what he looked like.

Here you are.

Here he is.

What sort of person

was Andreas?

They said he was

a scientific genius,

but he never got

a chance to prove it.

He was good-natured

and ruthless at the same time.

- Care for a drink?

- Yes, please.

- Whiskey?

- Yes, please.

Maybe it's too early.

Not today.

- Ice?

- No, thanks.

We were friends

back in high school,

but I never knew him that well.

He was a disaster for Anna.

- Here you go.

- Thanks.

She was madly in love with him.

I've never seen anything like it.

I might only have read about it.

I think he also loved her,

in his peculiar way.

I'm not qualified to judge.

For a year, my wife

was his mistress.

I'm not complaining.

I knew about it.

She left him one day.

I don't know why.

I don't dare ask why.

What was I going to say?

Oh, yes, I want to tell you...

Eva...

...has extraordinary

mental stamina...

...though you wouldn't think so

to look at her.

It has never occurred to me.

She and Anna have been

inseparable for many years.

That's how it is.

Now you know.

Do I hear anything?

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