Umur Page #2

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Maybe we can have coffee later.

They make these

swivel chairs nowadays.

How about some coffee?

Great paintings.

Who painted these?

Have some coffee.

Thanks for lending me this.

-No... keep it. I don't need it.

Umur came to visit me.

She came and took my heart,

and my sweater.

Soon it'll be Christmas.

I sent her a flower.

I wrote her that I love her...

and received a letter from her.

Umur wants to spend

Christmas at home.

Her sister is coming

from Sweden and everything.

A family feast.

Like in the old days

Like in the old days

Like in the old days

It's all just fine again

Yes...

Right...

Yes. Thank you.

They called from the hospital.

The girl has left,

right after our visit. -What?

Where did she go?

Do we have to call the police

on Christmas eve?

She can't just stop the treatment!

There's no answer.

Please, try to find her.

The medication makes her reckless.

I was in the hospital.

I had this dream...

I was walking in the street,

but no one saw me.

Still I had the feeling

that someone was watching me.

I was dead in that dream.

Don't be afraid.

So, that's it then.

Umur. I'm feeling confident.

Happy New Year.

I'm here tonight. Maybe I'll

spend tomorrow night in a snow pit.

Can't those boys have some coffee?

It's pretty cold.

We have plenty of coffee.

Down!

I came for a visit,

kind of like a house call.

Merry Christmas.

Thank you.

It was funny to see

the Russians climbing the trees.

I was skiing towards the border...

They fell from the trees

like frozen apples.

Are you sick?

Let's go out.

So, what are you thinking?

Nothing?

Why didn't you open the present?

You know what it is? It's...

I painted a picture for you.

There's a mountain and some snow,

the stars and the moon. And a man.

You can especially see...

The Plough and the North Star,

the Stella Polaris.

Glowing up there, like the moon.

Remember when I told you?

There's the man sitting

alone under the arch of sky.

Alone in the wilderness. He's...

He's sitting there and thinking...

about you...

Isn't he a funny boy?

Writing letters, saying he loves me.

Can you imagine, me!

What?

What, what, what?

Go to hell! Go away!

Hey, can I spend the night

at your place again?

The last bus has gone.

Why are you taking them there?

What do you mean?

You wanted to stay here.

What are you doing? You've spent

the night here before... sleeping.

Looked like you broke up with him.

-You don't understand this.

Understand? I saw it myself.

I love that man.

I sent Umur a cactus, not a rose.

Roses wither,

but a cactus stays alive.

It endures the drought for a long

time, and some day it will bloom.

New snow will fall.

New tracks will appear on the snow,

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