Somnambuul Page #4

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Winter is not yet over.

Twelve and more. Did you have a look

at the jolly near the boat sheds

or do you plan to wait until

this will be burnt as well? - Twelve.

I don't wait for anything.

Maybe someone else here does.

If that person wants the jolly,

let him come and talk to me.

I will go myself.

- Let him go, he who needs it.

Kasper is not going on his own.

It's dangerous on the shore.

They might be lurking there.

- There's nothing to lurk for...

Not a single boat left.

- There's yours.

Not any more.

Where did it get to?

- Wherever.

You leave it well alone, the jolly.

Let him go and look for it

himself if he's so desperate.

Where would I go with that

trough anyway?

Seal hunters have taken the jolly

across the sea to Finland many a time.

I must get to Sweden.

- You can go on to Sweden from there.

From Finland?

They send you back from there.

Why didn't you remain a doctor?

You could still have a job

and give advice to women.

What advice would I give them?

- Whatever women happen to need.

Mother told me.

Even the cheapest ones who made

money sleeping in the barracks

and then came to you

so you could empty their wombs...

Even they remembered

the doctor's hands.

You remember the faces

of these women, don't you?

I don't...

- But you looked at them?

I didn't see them in that way...

What way did you see them then?

Like a doctor.

Were they all the same

down there, you know?

Yes they were. And weren't.

Can you remember any of them?

- Some.

Mother...

She was...

- What was she?

She was what she was...

But she was...

Crazy...

Crazy about you.

What am I supposed to say to that?

Nothing.

They were all crazy...

Your patients, who parted their legs so

you could stick your hands between them.

Falco tinnunculus...

Nicely drawn...

And correctly too,

which is most important.

Kasper had a look at your cow...

Time to take her to town.

He said if she didn't want

the bull now, she never would.

What did you say?

- I said you must take the cow to town.

You are right, so I must.

Maybe tomorrow.

A long way for the animal to walk.

But if there are no bulls closer

there's really no choice, is there.

Yes you better go tomorrow.

And if she won't have

the bull this time too,

sell her for meat and buy

new batteries for the radio.

Stuck inside the birds

and I can't get them out.

Well, enjoy the food!

Thanks.

No news from Sweden yet?

- Silence.

It's the jolly then.

- Looks like it, yes.

Just mind you don't leave

any traces near the lighthouse.

You can have my old skis.

Not the new skis,

but the old ones are good enough.

Bless you.

And keep away from the girl.

Wait...

Lyon.

Strasbourg. Antwerp.

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