Orange Girl

THE ORANGE GIRL:

See that star up there?

That's Sirius.

There's a constellation.

That's the Big Dipper.

Remember I've told you

about that before?

And see that one shining up there?

That's a planet.

Venus.

That's your mother's star.

Every time I look at Venus,

I think of her.

There are so many stars!

Because the sky

is so clear tonight.

You'd see even more stars

in the mountains.

Can we go to the mountains, daddy?

Yes.

We sure can.

Henrik!

Look at Venus.

Georg?

This is awesome!

Here you go.

What is this?

Open it.

Who is it from?

To Georg.

From Dad.

Have you had these all along?

He wanted you to have them

on your 16th birthday.

-He expects me to think about him?

-He wrote something for you.

When it's over, it's over.

-You still remember him.

-No, I don't.

Why would you say that?

All the pictures, the stories.

No.

I don't remember a damn thing.

Hey

What? We planned this Easter

ages ago, Henrik!

That comet is only visible right now!

Of course I'm still going!

Wait!

I forgot something.

-Did you bring the letter?

-Was it for you?

No, Georg.

It was for you.

Christ! Why come with that now?

Ten years after the fact?

I don't give a shit

about that letter! Or him.

Call me when you get there.

Dear Georg.

When you read this,

I will have left a long time ago.

Unwelcome guests have started

sucking the vital forces out of me.

This will be the last time

you and I meet.

I don't know

what you remember of me.

Maybe you don't want

to remember.

Do you remember our Wednesdays

at the swimming pool?

Or our afternoons together,

When your mother was at school?

-Look.

-There it is.

-What are you doing?

-Writing a letter.

To who?

To my very best friend.

-To mommy?

-No, mommy is my true love.

I get up every morning as usual.

I take you to the kindergarten.

Yet nothing is as before.

How do you tell someone

that you are dying?

What are you reading?

-I don't understand,

-It is too advanced.

But there are medicines.

It's too advanced.

Why are you mad at me?

I haven't done...

-How long have you known?

-A while.

-And not told me anything?

-Veronika

Hi, daddy.

Time, Georg.

What is time?

As I write this, it's as if time

has ceased to exist.

And nothing will ever end.

I have a story to tell you, Georg.

That you now may be old enough

to understand.

The story of the Orange Girl.

It could have been a perfect and

normal day, like any other.

If I had missed that streetcar.

That was the first time I saw her.

See you later.

Was she that hot?

She was different.

In other words, she was that hot.

Thanks.

-Are they Jaffa?

-Jaffa?

-Israel.

-Why did she only take one?

-Don't you care if they're Jaffa?

-They're probably Spanish.

They taste like Jaffa.

No. Overcast.

Hopefully I get a chance tomorrow.

Yeah.

I keep you posted.

Talk to you later.

Bye.

-Must have been the wrong wax.

-I waxed your ski's.

-Did it hurt?

-I fell on my butt!

I decided to forget about her.

I stopped thinking about her.

Except about once every minute.

-What are you doing?

-It's her!

-It's her!

-Who?

-What's going on?

-It's the Orange Girl!

-This isn't you stop!

-I have to get off here!

It was her.

She must be from some other planet,

or some other time.

Some other planet?

Then what is she doing here,

on our planet?

Saving us from the monotony of life.

The Orange Girl is going to save us?

We should pay her back somehow,

Show her around.

Take her for a spin in my car,

When it's ready.

Roll back the soft top.

You, me, the Orange Girl's hair

blowing in the wind.

That car of yours. Do you really

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