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- Okay

You do look alike.

- Do we?

Hey... Is this Anja?

- Yes.

Her mother.

Your mother I met after her.

Help yourselves.

We've grown the tarragons ourselves.

It's organic...

- Not a lot for me.

So... How...

I guess you've been in contact

trough Facebook. - Yes, little.

Father must've been a bit drunk.

- A bit.

You promised to visit sometime.

- And now I did.

What... what have you been doing for living?

I was a human statue for a while.

You know, with calcified hands and face.

It was a wonderful job,

but I had to end it quite quickly.

Why? - It's Impossible

to be still for long time.

Then, after the tsunami,

I moved to a monastery.

You're a monk?

- Well...

It must be an interesting occupation.

Or a spiritual... position.

At least more interesting than my job.

Pertti works as an interviewer

in a labor hire company.

As a recruiter.

I'm like a headhunter.

- What?

Head... Okay.

So, how's...

A monk needs to very disciplined...

Not nearly as much being a statue.

But I just do the laundry there

and clean and bake...

bread for the boys.

You can't make me into a monk...

Eat.

Do you remember when father left?

No. I was maybe two or three.

I remember that it was empty and

mother was watching me play on the floor.

And she couldn't play the piano. I wanted

to hear the songs father used to play.

I remember him having hair

on his face and hands.

And he smelt bad.

Why did he even make a child

if he wasn't going to be around?

Maybe he was just horny.

Pertti and I have a difficult

period going on right now.

So don't wonder if things are a bit strange.

- Okay

I have a feeling that

Pertti doesn't appreciate me.

Why not?

Pertti would like me to

be cheerful and social.

Like some goddamn...

public relations manager.

That's probably his dream.

But I can't help it for being what I am.

Minna, she's the quiet type.

Maybe you've noticed.

Spends all of her days online.

Almost nights as well.

My job's more social...

so we have at times,

how do you say it...

communication problems.

Could you please?

- What?

The whisk there.

- Oh, sure.

It's from oak sprigs, self frozen.

It's organic.

Dear god it feels god!

Really good!

We installed these rain like showers.

Minna had seen them in some decor magazine.

I thought it might become expensive

but if it makes her happy why not.

As a little girl I dreamed that

he'd remember my birthdays.

He never did.

Sometimes mom lied that

he had phoned when I was sleeping.

At Christmas I'd get a present that

was supposed to be from him

but it was wrapped on the same paper

as every other present.

I thought he'd send something

when he asked for the address.

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