Marieke, Marieke Page #3

What's wrong with you?

Did Ronny drive you crazy last night?

- Stop harassing me.

Leave it.

When are you going

to behave normally?

What is that, normal,

for you, Anna?

You think it's normal what you do

with Eric? All your gadgets?

You heard what you said?

You're telling me how to behave?

You who fucks old guys?

And now, get out of here!

I don't deserve this.

Get out, I said.

And give me back my sweater.

What are you doing?

Was it you who forced the door

the other day?

I used to live here.

Who are you?

Marieke Berghoff.

Joseph's daughter?

They will destroy the building.

Everything has to be emptied.

Your mother told me

to throw everything away.

As long as I'm keeping this place,

I can't do it.

This stuff belonged to your dad.

I can't take these home.

Then I'll keep them here for a few days.

- Thanks.

You're so like him.

I'll get you something to make tea,

that'll warm you up.

I saw your bike.

I found some of my father's things.

I haven't seen a picture of him

for 12 years.

This was taken here.

You want some tea?

Is that me?

Yes.

Your mother and me.

I never saw her laugh like that.

That's incredible!

Your father and I when we were kids.

Your ears don't look like that!

I cut them off.

Are they real?

I like imperfection.

Well, thank you.

You want to see?

Yes.

Where do you find all those men?

They're my friends.

My lovers.

Remarkable...

All those men in pieces.

You have a strong eye.

You have to show them.

I don't take pictures for fun.

I'd die without it.

Ay Marieke

I loved you so

Between the towers of Bruges and Ghent

Ay Marieke so long ago

Between the towers of Bruges and Ghent

With no love, my love

Blows the wind the wordless wind

With no love, my love

Weeps the sea the old grey sea

With no love, my love

Throbs the light the darkened light

With scouring sand across my land

My flat land my Flanders land

Ay Marieke the Flemish sky

Between the towers of Bruges and Ghent

With no love, my love

Blows the wind it's over

With no love, my love

Weeps the sea already over

With no love, my love

Throbs the light everything's over

With scouring sand across my land

My flat land my Flanders land

Ay Marieke the Flemish sky

Cry with me from Bruges to Ghent

I should have come back earlier.

But you're here now.

I imagine I can see him.

When I'm with you,

I can almost believe he's still alive.

He's dead.

But I'm alive.

No, we cannot do this.

Can I sit down?

Yes.

Sorry for the other day.

That's what friends are for!

Could you replace me tonight?

It's Eric's birthday.

Sure.

Be there at eight!

There's a lot to do.

You can count on me.

- Thanks.

I saw you quite a few times

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