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Ten years.

Shall we change the subject?

You always said

it was important to be frank.

Even if it hurts and the truth

is almost impossible to face.

It's over now, and you know it.

I'd rather end on a beer and

a fag than a bowl of gruel.

This is the life, eh?

Yes.

We'll see dad's sulky in the stars.

Nothing is too grand for him.

They'll write Stald Kima

in the stars, too.

- What if we'd refused to drive?

- Dad wouldn't be where he is today.

Did he exploit us?

Other people would probably say so.

It's deep inside us to do

what is expected of us.

And what he built is very big.

And we love it.

- You may be right.

- Of course I'm bloody right.

But don't forget to fight

for this, too. The dream.

That vanished

somewhere up there, too.

How did it go...

"I want to fly round the world".

Difficult in a Morris.

Why?

You are right. It's not just

about dad, it's about us, too.

How far do you want to go?

All the way.

What are you doing, dad?

Nothing. Just sitting by myself.

And thinking.

I want to do that, too.

That's Uncle Vagn in front.

Yes he was always in front.

Were you very old there?

I am seven, and Vagn is eight.

- That's really old.

- Yes.

Are you sad that Uncle Vagn

is in heaven now?

Yes.

Very.

Very, very sad.

Don't be, daddy. At nursery

they say God is a nice man.

Mummy says to tell you

we have to go now.

How clever of you to remember, Hanne!

- Will you hold Jens a moment?

- Come along, Jens.

The funeral's in half an hour.

We mustn't be late.

Or granddad will bite!

It is hard, Ingelise.

Yes. And there is no need

to pretend otherwise.

He was your brother

and your best friend.

Granddad! Granny wants you!

Tell her I'll be in

when I've seen to the horses.

- More potatoes?

- No, I am full.

- Oh, go on!

- What's the hurry?

Oh, right, you never

do anything in a hurry.

- Not even putting your feet up.

- That will do!

Here's to 1971,

Stald Kima's best year to date!

No need to remind you who won the

amateur cup for the twelfth time!

- Daddy did!

- Try again.

- Uncle Aksel!

- No, I did, you little turd!

Mind your tongue! You only asked

to remind us it was you!

Nobody else remembers.

Cheers!

- Cheers, granddad.

- Here's to Vagn, too.

Yes Of all of you he had the best

mental make-up for racing.

Why did Uncle Vagn

have the best bike?

Bike?

It feels odd, celebrating a good year

at the same time so full of sorrow.

- To Vagn!

- To Vagn.

Remember the VW he got

for his eighteenth birthday?

Only because dad knew the dealer.

Yes, he owed me for a Yankee.

And within a fortnight

Vagn had swapped it for a red MG.

Vagn did what suited him.

And enjoyed it.

- He livened things up.

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