Hilton! Page #2
- Year:
- 2013
- 78 min
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You can see all five fingers here.
And she's a girl, that's clear,
you can see the genitalia here.
Just like I wished for!
If I would meet him on the street,
I would probably run like hell.
Or if I would feel
threatened by him, -
by any means necessary.
He has no right to come near me.
As long as he hasn't
learnt to control himself.
What kind of an example
would that set to the child?
A grown-up flipping out all of a sudden
and jumping on another person.
to talk things over or walk away.
He wouldn't let me see the doctor
and just said that the wounds will heal.
This means I have
no proof of the abuse.
I'd like to get him
to a private location.
I'd have a chair waiting for him
in the middle of an empty room.
Someone would
sit him down and gag him.
Just so I could tell him
what I think of him.
He couldn't stand my views
on life, himself or on anything else.
Instead of listening,
he would just yell and flip out, -
whenever I raised
something unpleasant -
we would have needed to discuss.
I'd sit him down
and make him listen, for once -
and not f***ing yell back
every god damn second.
That would be beautiful.
I think about Pinja every day.
Sometimes even dream
about being with her, -
playing outside,
or that she's here with me.
And then I wake up
in the morning and realize that, -
hell, it was just a dream.
It always feels really depressing,
the dreams are so real.
That has to be the hand.
In one picture
she has her finger up her nose.
That's her hand.
- Yes.
We were one of
Helsinki's poorest families.
I was already in kindergarten,
or whatever it was called, -
One day a woman comes up to me.
A woman I don't even know.
She says she's taking me
to visit some place.
That visit lasted eighteen years.
I was told nothing,
no one explained what happened.
Well, here we are in the end.
I remember I was just a kid, playing
with a beach ball with my sister.
My biological dad comes in,
drunk out of his mind.
"Rah rah rah,
where the f*** is my booze!"
This was continuous,
just like the beatings.
It all ended one night, when
we were just about to turn seven.
I had always been sleeping
I can tell you
I've always told them
I don't remember anything.
That I don't remember anything
of the time before I turned six...
A child f***ing remembers.
So that was it then.
The police and the child welfare
officials came in.
Finally my mom's sister
got us the f*** out of there.
That was one happy f***ing moment.
Don't feel like doing anything.
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