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What fun that was. Fantastic.

You have the floor.

I think we should plan...

If you peek at this...

Hi.

Excuse me, I'd like to introduce

our new colleague - Ida Karlsson.

- Welcome.

- Thanks.

- Hi, hi.

- Hi.

- Would you like coffee?

- Yes, please.

Those of you who haven't submitted

your packets, do so before you go. Okay?

Can we reduce the noise level a bit?

I don't wish to stand here and shout.

No, all of you listen.

Johannes, sit down!

Shh!

- It sounds like a nursery in here.

- Johannes.

Thanks.

Oh... yes I talked with Krister.

- I assume that you are his...?

- Yes. We... yes.

But he's coming?

Yes, there is no rush.

Could we wait for him?

- He's usually not late.

- It is spacious. 70 square.

This room can be split off,

as it is now.

Yes, perhaps.

I saw a whole bunch of baby strollers

when I parked down there.

It strikes me that we were younger.

My generation, I mean.

We were young when we became parents.

We've talked about it.

Krister loves children.

Who doesn't?

There is the bedroom.

It might have been better sooner.

When you only have each other

and not a bunch of sh*t to come between you.

I understand what you are saying,

but I'm not the right person to talk to about it.

I'm on my fourth.

Madame, then.

No, damn it. I want a cigarette.

It's fun to encounter couples like you,

in the middle of transition.

People think about how damn cool it is.

I met my other half at a party.

And it was enough.

She stood there and sold glgg

or whatever the hell it was.

And I thought:
"There she is."

- What happened then?

- Yeah, you know...

No, I was with someone else.

Someone whose name I don't remember now.

On some bloody f***ing trip.

A bus ride. What happened?

I really have no idea, unfortunately.

Shall we take a little peek at the kitchen also?

But that's not possibly all?

You said that it was the love of your life.

That can't be.

No, perhaps not.

I said that?

That it was the love of my life?

- Here?

- Yes.

Ow... glasses.

- Do you know what I think?

- No.

- I... do you want to hear it?

- Yes, I want to hear it.

- Promise that you won't start laughing.

- Mm.

- I...

- I...

- ...am going...

- ...am going...

- You are going...

- What are you going to do?

- You shouldn't laugh.

- What are you going to do?

- Little miss...

- I will love you to death.

- I'm warning you.

- I love you, too.

- Do you promise?

- Do you?

- Yes.

Go, go, go!

- I'll go.

- Go on, little miss.

I'm just going to get a little milk.

- Why?

- Because I'm thirsty.

Ok.

But I should just get a glass.

- I'll come right back.

- Why do you say that?

- What?

- That you'll come back.

Go, then!

If you're so thirsty.

You...

Do you know what I think?

- Now we have a home.

- A home?

- Yes.

- Yeah...

Pappa was thinking of coming over to help with the bath.

- Later, then.

- Good.

When do you think he will come?

Late.

Eventually.

- What's that?

- Nothing.

I'd just hoped...

- Say it.

- Nothing.

You had...

I'd hoped that I could be alone with you.

- You are. We are alone.

- Until he comes, yes.

I can ask him to come another time.

We must be by ourselves, of course.

He'll understand.

I don't know, but... he looks at me.

- I don't know, but he looks so...

- You know he's only fourteen.

- What are you trying to say?

- What I said. I'm not "trying".

I know that he's fourteen. Thanks.

I have no idea what he's thinking,

but it looks very unpleasant.

Sometimes he's friendly, almost excessively...

...he can sit and smile sometimes.

Surely it's not normal to behave

like this at his age, do you think?

What? To look at someone or to be looked at?

One can't hardly help it if someone's looking at him.

Can't he?

Good morning.

Would you like coffee?

- What time is it?

- We, you know, slept in late.

I had a bath.

Oh?

We didn't really have coffee, but...

Surely it was nice?

It was a surprise.

It was easy to install.

I felt that I must have a bath.

He has left.

- Was it nice?

- What?

- You've been yearning for a bath.

- Oh.

- So was it?

- Nice? Yes. Yeah...

Good.

What's this?

Stuff Pappa brought with him.

My old school things.

- He just brought them with him?

- I asked him to bring them.

Please, it's too early.

I just wanted to have them here, at home.

They should just sit there?

Let them sit there.

I'll pick them up when I get home.

I have to go now.

I'll take them up instantly.

It's stupid to have a big pile here.

Ok.

- What is it?

- I haven't looked at them for a long time.

I don't know what could be so embarrassing...

You really think I would root in your stuff?

Kiss.

It is so strange.

I remember almost nothing from when I was small.

I must look at photographs to remember anything.

Then I don't know if it's my own memories

or photos that I looked at.

What do you think it means?

I am crazy.

No, I don't know.

It's as if I don't feel anything.

How so?

Before you started west-

-you explained that you were in love with the Norwegian gym teacher.

I thought:
You are in love.

You are one who can fall into love or anger or...

- You can be so damn mad.

- Yes...

I don't remember what I last became mad about...

- whatsoever.

- How are you, really?

You clench your shoulders so tightly

that your clavicles nearly knock.

Do I?

We've been working hard on the apartment.

Does it look strange?

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