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10

sri

02/16

Cure koje vole kretene 11: Zatvorska čuvarica pobjegla s osuđenim silovateljem

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Pretpostavimo da ste visoko-razvijena državica negdje u srcu Europe. Jednog dana vam se na vratima pojavi neki nepoznati tip arapskog podrijetla i kaže "Dobar dan, zovem se Hassan Kiko i u mojoj me domovini ugnjetava zli diktator Bashar Al-Assad. Smijem li živjeti kod vas?"



Bez imalo prenemaganja, vi mu kažete "Evo izvoli druže. Osjećaj se kao kod kuće."

Mala pogreška. Sve je pod kontrolom. Pretpostavljajući da se radi o izoliranom slučaju, to nije neka strašna pogreška. Previše ste gostoljubivi i povjerljivi ali eto, bogata ste i sređena država pa si možete priuštiti malo dobročinstva.

Četiri godine kasnije, Hassan Kiko nakon dugog niza sitnih prekršaja i krađa nagovori 15-godišnju djevojku koja se vraća iz škole da sjedne u njegov auto da je poveze,te je tamo brutalno siluje. Policija ga uhiti i Kiko završi u zatvoru na 4 godine.

Umjerena pogreška. Pojavio se problem ali riješili smo ga. Stranca koji je beskrupulozno izdao vaše gostoprimstvo i uništio život vašoj sugrađanki ne biste trebali osuditi na 4 godine odmora u luksuznom švicarskom odmaralištu zatvoru, već baciti u samicu na najmanje 10 godina i zatim ga deportirati. Ali eto, radi se o vrlo razvijenoj i tolerantnoj državi koja vjeruje u rehabilitaciju. Djevojka će se nekako oporaviti. Možemo si priuštiti još malo dobročinstva.


Prikazano na slici: jadni, izgladnjeli bespomoćni izbjeglica u neljudskim uvjetima švicarskog zatvora

Budući da se radi o progresivnoj i modernoj zemlji koja drži do rodne jednakosti, naravno da je pola osoblja u zatvoru ženskog spola. Jedna od čuvarica, 32-godišnja Angela Magdici, nema što bolje raditi u životu nego se upuštati u seksualne avanture s alfa zatvorenicima. Zbog toga se Angela ubrzo neslužbeno rastaje i izolira od svog 25-godišnjeg Beta mužića, te tako naš jadni Hassan uživa u više utegnute vagine nego većina švicarskih muškaraca koja je prisiljena preživljavati na pornografiji i bordelima.


Izvor slike: Daily Mail

Kritična pogreška! Rastapanje reaktora neminovno. Koliko god tvoja zemlja bila krasna i napredna, dati ženama da rade u zatvorima je čisto debilna ideja. A sa osobnog stajališta, oženiti se ženom 7 godina starijom od tebe koju si upoznao na Muay Thai događaju je još debilnija ideja. Ali nema veze, pa što je najgore što se može dogoditi?

Jedne noći čuvarica Angela pričeka da njen kolega zaspi nakon svoje stražarske smjene, ode do Kikove ćelije, otključa je i pobjegne zajedno s njim u BMW-u X1 svoga muža.

Katastrofalna pogreška! Ali može biti još i gore od toga...

E sad, vjerojatno se pitate što može biti gore od toga. Država je potrošila stotine tisuća eura na udomljavanje nezahvalnog kriminalca, nevina djevojka je pretrpjela veliku traumu, a privilegirana žena obasuta beneficiranim stažom i dodacima je omogućila opasnom zatvoreniku bijeg. Što može biti još gore od toga?

Zatvorski čuvari nisu imali pojma da se među to dvoje razvila veza.

Roland Zurkirchen, ravnatelj zatvora, rekao je: "Kao nadzonici, moramo održavati profesionalne odnose sa zatvorenicima, ali ponekad je nužno porazgovarati s njima i u privatnoj okolini."

"To je dio izgradnje profesionalnog odnosa i dio je svakodnevnog života."

"Ali nadzornici bi također trebali održavati prikladan razmak, što se u ovom slučaju nije dogodilo."
'Što se u ovom slučaju nije dogodilo...' postoje li jadnije, mlohavije, tužnije riječi od ovoga? Ti si je**ni ravnatelj zatvora i o ovakvim događajima govoriš kao da se radi o nekakvom potresu ili prirodnoj katastrofi koju je bilo nemoguće izbjeći! A osjećaj za realnost? Ima li to kakvu ulogu u tvojim "profesionalnim odnosima"?

FATALNA POGREŠKA. POTREBNA REINSTALACIJA CJELOKUPNOG SUSTAVA.



Gledajući ovu apsolutno rogonjsku priču, ne mogu se ne prisjetiti jednog državnika iz davnih vremena koji je dobro znao kako stvari funkcioniraju i kako se obraniti od ovakvih eskalirajućih nizova pogrešaka:

"Narod može preživjeti svoje budale, pa čak i svoje ambiciozne. Ali ne može preživjeti izdaju iznutra.

Neprijatelj na vratima je manje opasan zato što je poznat i otvoreno nosi svoju zastavu; no izdajnik se slobodno kreće unutar zidina, njegov podmukli šapat se širi ulicama i uvlači u same dveri vlade. Jer izdajnik se ne doima poput izdajnika: govori jezikom koji je njegovim žrtvama poznat, nosi njihova lica i njihove argumente, i živi od apela na niskost koja leži duboko u srcima svih ljudi.

On uzrokuje trulež u duši naroda, po noći potajno i neotkriveno radi na potkopavanju stupova grada, širi zarazu u tijelo politike kako bi ona izgubila sposobnost otpora. Čak i ubojice se treba manje bojati nego njega."



- Marko Tulije Ciceron

09

uto

02/16

Proživljena verzija humoristične serije, iliti - ono kad ti nije smiješno

1971.blog.hr

"Hitove" uglavnom savladavam s zakašnjenjem, osobito kad se radi o filmskim ili televizijskim hitovima. Tako nikad, ali baš nikad nisam otvorio link koji se tih dana naveliko širio po fejsu, a u kojem Andrija i Anđelka prelaze slovensku granicu.

Već se neko vrijeme serija prikazuje na RTL-u, možda ju ni tu ne bih pogledao, no, kod mene to uvijek ide nekako naopačke - sjedim za računalom, a tamo negdje, par metara dalje, nešto drnda na TV-u. I, budući da ne znam o čemu se radi, ne aktivira mi se onaj već stečeni animozitet prema temi.
Tako me je i ovo privuklo... Čuo sam par dijaloga i zvučali su mi duhovito. Ustao sam od računala i otišao pogledati o čemu se radi.

Dakle - "Andrija i Anđelka" je srpska humoristična serija koja na urnebesno zabavan način karikira sve moguće društvene odnose, a ponajviše odnos unutar veze dvoje ljudi. Ono što mi je u njihovom odnosu urnebesno je isto ono što me je u vlastitom životu dovodilo na rub živaca, no ovaj put se ne radi o mojoj koži, pa se mogu slatko nasmijati.

Ima tako nekih sličnosti koje sam proživio, a koje izgledaju kao da su preuzete iz serije. Npr. jednog smo ljetnog poslijepodneva moja bivša draga i ja izišli iz njezinog stana s namjerom da prošećemo na kavu do omiljenog birca, udaljenog možda oko kilometar.

Već nakon prijeđenih stotinu metara, njoj je postalo logično da razgovor navuče na temu broja žena s kojima sam u životu bio.

"Ajd reci - koliko si ih imao?"

"Više od pet, manje od stotinu."

"Ne zajebavam se... Koliko??"

"Više od pet, manje od stotinu."

U tom razgovoru smo prešli još dvadesetak metara i ljubav moja se ukopala u mjestu. Ni naprijed, ni natrag. Ne ide ona nikamo dok ne dobije precizan odgovor.

Procijenio sam da je nakon ovoga svaka mogućnost opuštenog ispijanja kave nepovratno uništena, te joj rekoh:

"Nismo krenuli svađati se na ulici. Idemo na kavu, ili idemo natrag?"

Kad ništa nije odgovorila, sam sam krenuo natrag, ona je krenula za mnom.

Umjesto ugodno provedenog poslijepodneva, sjedili smo u stanu kao pokvareni TV, sa slikom bez tona. Jer meni ni na kraj pameti ne pada prebrojavati bivše (davno sam prestao, kad sam skužio da su "recke" infantilna zabava koja u konačnici ne uzrokuje nikakvo zadovoljstvo), osim toga sve u meni odbija takve razgovore i odgovaranje na takva idiotska pitanja, a njoj je to dovoljno važno da zbog toga pokvari dan.

I sad mi je tako smiješno kad nešto slično gledam na televiziji. Ona najgora, najnapornija vrsta ženskog karaktera, suprotstavljena "kuleru" koji se s tim sprda.

Negdje u tom grmu leži i naš zekan. Nisam se s tim znao sprdati, već bih uglavnom ispalio na živce. Pitanje je uopće koliko se s time u stvarnom životu i može sprdati.

Naporni karakteri mi ne mogu biti zabavni, da ga jbš. Gledajući oko sebe, vidim da ljudi žive s takvim ženama. Neki i cijelog života. Što će opet reći da je vjerojatno problem u meni.

Kakogod, serija mi je i dalje zabavna.


Smijem se tom nesretniku, jer nisam u njegovoj koži.




08

pon

02/16

Kad naglo poletiš

1971.blog.hr

Tjedan dana je prošlo od kad mi se opet nešto počelo događati... Ženu sam upoznao na jednom koncertu krajem prošle godine, potom je uslijedila pauza, zatim je počelo dopisivanje na mrežici FB.

Već od prvog izlaska sve je izgledalo savršeno, a izašli smo svaki drugi dan. Pale su tu i neke izjave oduševljenosti, s obje strane, puno prije nekog reda. Kad kažem "prije reda", mislim zapravo prije poljupca. Jer, tako bi to otprilike trebalo ići: izlasci, pričanje o svemu i svačemu, poljubac, prve oprezne izjave, seks i napokon konačno opuštanje.
U ovom je slučaju išlo skroz drugačije: izlasci, priča o svemu i svačemu, prerano opuštanje, hrabre izjave, poljubac... A seksa još nije ni bilo.

Još prije dva-tri dana osjećao sam se izvrsno. Mirno. Jer, nešto se događa i jako dobro djeluje.

A sad mi se čini da mogu polako svojim putem. Komunikacija je oslabila u dva dana gotovo do razine nepostojeće.

Razlozi... Prvo - oboje smo popušili neku gripu, pa sad baš nećemo izlaziti koji dan, zatim - ona ima neku obiteljsku krizu koja mi zvuči ozbiljno, pa ima logike da joj naše druženje trenutno nije na prvom mjestu.

No, čitanje između redova mi govori da tu ima još nešto. Ne znam točno što, ali možda je stil tjelesnog kontakta u pitanju. Ona je žestoka, mogu joj parirati jer sam nekad davno i ja bio takav i to mi je bilo skroz normalno, zapravo - jedino što sam poznavao. Pograbiš se s nekim, a ono sve krši, lomi, napada. Vremenom mi se stil promijenio. Nije više rat, sada je hedonizam.

Možda ju je i to presjeklo. Malo smo se pograbili njezinim stilom, malo mojim. I napomenuo sam joj da mi je ovo drugo draže.

Ne znam. Kako god... Prebacio sam joj lopticu, da se javi kad bude mogla. Kako mi to sad izgleda, to bi moglo biti za tri dana. Ili nikad.

Svejedno, opet sam miran. Bio sam na rubu da se zatelebam baš gadno, no ipak - još nisam, pa će sve to proći bezbolno.

Kamo sreće da svaki put prođe tako.

Ipak, negdje u pozadini čuči osjećaj silne štete. Jer - u svom gradiću, gdje manje-više poznajem svakog, barem iz viđenja, ne vidim nikoga tko bi me baš zanimao.

Ovo je izgledalo kao jedno ugodno iznenađenje, nakon kojega će opet uslijediti onaj poznati tupi pesimizam.

07

ned

02/16

Rođeni za zgražanje 6B: Roosh uzvraća udarac

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U prvom dijelu "Rođenih za zgražanje 6" sam opisao globalni lov na vještice i prijetnje smrću koje su zbog muškaraca koji se privatno nalaze na kavi organizirale feminističke udruge, mediji i vladini dužnosnici, time počinivši kaznena djela klevete, govora mržnje i izazivanja nasilja. Ovaj sramotan linč diljem svijeta bi trebao služiti svima kao podsjetnik na činjenicu da svim velikim medijima upravljaju zlokobni interesi koje uopće ne zanima ni prenošenje vijesti ni objektivnost, već samo gola propaganda ništa blaža od one u Sovjetskom savezu.

Unatoč globalnom pritisku i prijetnjama, veseli me što mogu objaviti da je jedan dio sastanaka ipak održan. Neka od izvjeća možete pročitati na ovim linkovima:

Sydney, Australija
Victoria, British Columbia, Kanada
Ohio, SAD
Amsterdam, Nizozemska
Hong Kong, Kina
Boston, Massachusetts, SAD
Tokyo, Japan
Calgary, Kanada
Montreal, Kanada
Dallas, Texas, SAD
Austin, Texas, SAD

Sastanci su velikom većinom prošli mirno, osim u Amsterdamu gdje je članove pronašla i napala rulja iz fašističke organizacije ANTIFA. Policija je intervenirala i spriječila nered.

U međuvremenu, Roosh je u subotu 06.02. u 19:00h održao konferenciju za novinare u hotelu u Washingtonu (DC). Konferenciju možete u potpunosti pogledati ovdje.



S obzirom na to da je Roosh na konferenciji potpuno posramio novinare te su svi pokunjeno priznali da mediji izmišljaju i potiču nasilje protiv nevinog čovjeka koji nema veze sa silovanjem, podrazumijeva se da o Rooshu sutradan više nije objavljeno ni slovo više, čak ni mali članak isprike ili ispravka netočnih navoda.
UPDATE: Vice i Daily Beast su objavili po još jedan članak u kojemu potpuno ignoriraju sve zaključke s konferencije i samo papagajski ponavljaju kako je Roosh pobornik silovanja rolleyes

Evo moje kratke interpretacije konferencije za novinare:


Najdraža izjava?

"Žao mi je što je toliki broj ljudi toliko glup."

06

sub

02/16

Kamo?

lionqueen.blog.hr




Pallas - Violet Sky

What would you do if this was the end of the world
Would you hold on to me so tightly like the first time we met
I want to tell you how much my heart wants to sing
If this is the end of all time I would not change a thing

Won't you take my hand, climb up the highest hill
We'll sit there side by side watching the end of the world
We'll watch the cities burn, we'll watch the seas run dry
Make love for the last time, under a violet sky

What would you do if this was the end of the world
Would you run for your life, try to survive,
would you want to know why
No! In our last moment, I need to feel your love
As I kiss you goodbye, a sapphire explodes in a violet sky

We'll watch the deserts burn, watch the river run dry
See the cities fall, under a violet sky
And when the moment comes
I will hold you near,
Look into my eyes
We will feel no fear...Izvor:

Ne držim ja do tih nekih stvari kao što su proslave rođendana, obljetnica, Valentinova… jer ne mislim da su to bitne stvari oko kojih bi trebalo spočitavati zašto ih se netko nije sjetio. Ljudi su danas preopterećeni obvezama, a vrijeme jednostavno leti i dok pljesneš dlanom o dlan godina proleti. A i tko bi sve to pamtio.

Međutim, ima jedna stvar koju zbilja ne mogu smisliti, ali baš ne mogu, a to je kad se muškarac ipak sjeti neke obljetnice i pozove ženu u neki izlazak, pa sav sretan kaže: kamo bismo mogli ići? A ona misli: pa ja sam ti tu, kamogod… a on je opet pita kamo bi željela ići, želeći joj, naravno, ispuniti bilo koju želju.

To je problem koji se konstantno ponavlja nevezano za dob i društveni status muškarca. Iako se na prvi pogled može učiniti nevažnim, jer zvuči kao da on samo želi ispuniti neku njenu želju, to je za ženu alarm: bježi! Ta kratka rečenica „Kamo bismo mogli ići?“ odaje jako puno toga, od neodlučnosti do neorganiziranosti.

Ne vjerujem da je toliko teško imati u rezervi nekoliko zgodnih mjesta za svaku prigodu, za kavu, sok, večeru, romantičnu šetnju po mjesečini. Kad su žene sa svojim muškarcima, njima nije važno ni mjesto ni vrijeme, ali najmanje što im je potrebno je ono glupo pitanje: kamo? Pa nije žena Google.

Tajna uspjeha onoga tko se jednog dana bude zvao mojim muškarcem bit će rečenica: Vodim te tamo i tamo!

Što vi o tome mislite?


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Foto:

Deform To Form A Star

Oh once in a while
I learn how to smile
Horses shadows and rain on stone

No god here I'm sure
This must be the cure
For all this carrion and aimless drift

Retreat from the begging
And invites to the wedding
Revelation means nothing here

In time we forget our need to devour
All the stories of tortured souls

Crawl into your arms
Become the night forever
Coiled and close, the moment froze
Deform to form a star
Here on earth together
I got time to share and a well used stare

This smile isn't pure
Certain or sure
Cold precision was never there

The way we uncoil
Return to the soil
Flaws are everything and chaos reigns

Lyrics: Steven Wilson

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05

pet

02/16

Premladi starac

1971.blog.hr

Mogao bih večeras pisati o novom šarenom vrtuljku mojih misli. Ali neću. Neću, jer me barem trenutno ništa u vezi njega ne brine, pa ne moram razgovarati s monitorom.

Umjesto toga došlo mi je da u taj monitor istresem temu koja mi se po glavi mota već danima, a koja potvrđuje da je jedino mijena stalna.

Uvijek mi je bilo odbojno kad matori konji furaju kraj sebe dvostruko mlađe komade. Ne baš na glas, ali uvijek sam, barem u sebi to osuđivao. Otkud mu pravo da tako sebično prisvoji nečiju mladost? A ona... Djed kojeg je voljela umro je prerano? Otac je otišao po cigarete kad su joj bile tri godine i nikad se više nije vratio??

Dok sam bio mlađi, nešto me je vuklo k starijima. Nisam tada o tome razmišljao. Jedna od bitnijih žena u mom životu mogla mi je biti majka. Kad sada o tome razmišljam... Možda sam majku i tražio, jer sa svojom nikad nisam bio u normalnim odnosima. Nebitno. Prošlo je.

Vremenom su se stvari promijenile. U svojim tridesetima bio sam uglavnom u vezama s tek nešto starijim ženama, ili djevojkama svojih godina, ili ponekad malo mlađima. Korak po korak i ostale su samo mlađe. Dok još nisam puno razmišljao o tome, shvaćao sam samo da se s njima osjećam nekako življe. Ne, nije se tu radilo o seksu. Seks je znao biti izvrstan i sa starijima. Jednostavno, opija me koktel još uvijek postojeće naivnosti, znatiželje, optimizma... S druge strane, plaši me taj iskustveni umor nas starijih kojeg sam svjestan kod sebe, a kojeg osjećam i kod žena svojih godina. Nama su već sve priče ispričane, kako jednom reče netko meni drag. Ne uspijevamo baš lako oživjeti radost jedni u drugima.

Da sam u nekim za to "normalnim" godinama zasnovao čvrstu vezu, dugogodišnju, ili brak... Možda bih mogao ostariti zajedno s tom osobom. A možda i ne bih. Sad to ne znam. Jebiga, nije se dogodilo.

Ima nešto i u tom načinu života. Čini mi se da sam optimističniji od svojih vršnjaka koji su živjeli na drugi način. Dizali stambene kredite, kupovali školske knjige, išli na roditeljske sastanke... Djelujem si mlađe od njih. Moja je briga bila što ću si kupiti za obući, da li ću imati dovoljno za registraciju auta, da li ću imati za otići negdje motorom, ili u džepu za cugu ako dogovorim spoj...

Nedavno sam o tim temama razgovarao s konobarom u svom omiljenom bircu, s momkom s kojim inače imam potpuno normalan prijateljski odnos, s kojim se u svakom razgovoru osjećam podjednakim i ravnopravnim. U jednom me je trenutku upitao za godište. Rekoh mu. Reakcija je bila komična.

"Uh, jebote... Moj stari je '71 godište!"

Moji se interesi nisu promijenili godinama. Možda se zato nije promijenio ni moj mentalni sklop.
35-godišnjak zarobljen u deset godina starijem tijelu, to sam ja.

Neki dan sam razmišljao o mlađim djevojkama koje se tu i tamo vrzmaju oko mene, ne znam čime motivirane. Još uvijek bi ta neka morala imati barem trideset... Ali ne gledam više s onom oštricom kritike niti na situacije kad, npr. jedan moj poznanik biker oženi djevojku od koje je više nego dvostruko stariji.
Njega sad nekako i mogu razumjeti. Možda tek malko pretjeruje.

Ne mora to nužno biti kriza srednjih godina. Tijelu ne možeš zaustaviti vrijeme, ali duhu možeš.

Sasvim je druga priča o tim djevojkama koje se vežu za dvostruko starije tipove (ako se ne radi o novcu, ta me tema ne zanima). Mislim da njima fali više dasaka u glavi i da bi ove naše matore ljušture trebale dodirnuti samo u prolazu, s ciljem da se tek malo oslone, predahnu i shvate što ih je to i zašto k nama dovelo.

U njima zapravo vidim sebe od prije 20 godina.

U prolazu, u traženju životnih odgovora.

04

čet

02/16

Rođeni za zgražanje 6: Muškarci više nemaju pravo okupljanja

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Iako sam ja iznimno umjeren što se tiče razina optimizma, često od čitatelja čujem da možda malo pretjerujem, stvari uopće nisu tako crne. Šansa da će te sustav obiteljskog prava pretvoriti u feudalnog kmeta je i dalje manja od 50%. Lažne optužbe za silovanje su razorne, ali vjerojatno se neće dogoditi baš tebi nego nekom tamo Julianu Assangeu.

Moguće je da ste posljednjih dana čuli nešto o sastancima čitatelja Return of Kingsa, velikog Rooshevog portala o igri, zdravlju i politici. Trebalo se raditi o ukupno 163 sastanka u 46 zemalja svijeta u sklopu kojih bi se grupa muškaraca u subotu 06.02. sastala na nekom javnom mjestu i privatno otišla popiti piće, popričati i upoznati se. Nama najbliže lokacije su se nalazile u Ljubljani i Beogradu. Nažalost, ROK sastanak je zbog iznimne razine opasnosti i prijetnji otkazan.

Što se dogodilo?

U nekim od lokacijama sastanaka (pretežno u Australiji, Kanadi i Engleskoj, sve zemljama anglosfere s potpunom tiranijom femističkih i LGBT pokreta, aktivisti koje vrijeđa ideja da bi se nekolicina muškaraca mogla mirno i privatno naći i popiti piće su odmah počeli organizirati "proteste". Pri tome ne mislim na nekakve mirne proteste u kojima netko drži transparent i obavještava javnost o svojoj poruci, već na organizirani linč prepun opasnih i naoružanih fanatika.


Samo nekolicina od tisuća poziva da se Roosha i svakoga tko ima veze s njim siluje, pretuče, kastrira, upuca i sl.

No dobro, reći ćete, debila ima posvuda, čemu uzbuđenje? Problem je naravno što ti debili nisu samo izvor problema, već i njegova posljedica. Glavni uzrok se nalazi u senzacionalističkom, zlonamjernom "izvještavanju" medija koji i kod nas i diljem svijeta pripadaju raznim globalističkim kartelima i temelje se na širenju degeneracije, laži i histerije.



Umjesto da ili šute ili napišu nešto o osudi vala nasilja prema ljudima koji nisu prekršili nijedan zakon i koji se samo žele privatno naći i porazgovarati, mediji su poveli juriš naslovima poput:

Pobornici silovateljske anti-ženske grupe Return of Kings bi se trebali sastati u Sydneyu (Sydney Morning Herald)
50 000 ljudi potpisalo peticiju za zabranu zavodnika koji podržava silovanje (Guardian)
Zavodnik koji kaže da bi trebalo legalizirati silovanje organizira skup u Cardiffu (Mirror)
Aktivist za podršku silovanjima organizira tajne sastanke (Washington Times)
Policija u Calgaryu u stanju pripravnosti zbog "skupa za silovanje" (Calgary Sun)
itd. itd. itd.



Izvor bizarne tvrdnje da Roosh podržava silovanje je njegov davni satirični članak u stilu slavnog "Skromnog prijedloga" Jonathana Swifta pod naslovom "Kako zaustaviti silovanje" u kojemu se ironično predlaže "legalizacija silovanja u privatnom prostoru kako bismo osnažili žene i omogućili im donošenje odraslih odluka o svojim tijelima". Svakome s imalo mozga je već od prve rečenice jasno da se radi o satiri i svaki novinar koji to predstavlja kao nekakav dokaz da Roosh ide uokolo i siluje žene je jednostavno mentalno mrtav. Radi se o najobičnijoj kleveti i žutilu.



A države i njihovi službeni organi? Svi mogući izabrani predstavnici, od gradonačelnika do britanskih parlamentaraca (u britanskom donjem domu su zbijali šale o Rooshevoj veličini penisa) su se kukavički poveli za ovom ruljom fanatika i umjesto da osude nasilje počeli lobirati da se Rooshu zabrani ulazak u zemlju, a sve njegove pobornike uhiti i "nauči ih lekciju". Ironično, jedini koji su pretežno ostali suzdržani su bili pravi predstavnici policije koji se svakog dana suočavaju s puno gorim stvarima od satiričnih članaka i stoga rijetko imaju volje upuštati se u takav lov na vještice.



Naravno, nitko od njih se nije niti potrudio kontaktirati Roosha za njegov komentar, jer kvragu čemu uopće postoji javna rasprava i zašto bi se nekome dalo šansu da kaže nešto u svoju obranu? Čemu gubiti vrijeme na takve stvari? Bolje je samo osnažiti mentalno bolesne feministe i pozvati ih na klanje nevinih ljudi diljem svijeta.

Nažalost, prava tragedija ovog slučaja ne leži samo u tome da tisuće ljudi otvoreno pozivaju na ubojstvo slučajnih prolaznika na temelju svoje totalitarne ideologije - luđaka će se uvijek naći posvuda - već u samoj medijskoj manipulaciji koja je vrlo proračunata i zlonamjerna.

Isti mediji koji pozivaju na linč Roosha i njegovih prijatelja zbog očito satiričnog članka potpuno ignoriraju tisuće stvarnih slučajeva oružane pljačke, seksualnog napastovanja i silovanja u Njemačkoj i Švedskoj. To nije slučajno.

Ako ne možete vjerovati medijima da pošteno izvjeste o najobičnijem mirnom piću nekolicine ljudi, kako im možete vjerovati u vezi geopolitike, izbora ili bilo koje važne teme?

U međuvremenu, razina prijetnji je još narasla i sada ovi bolesnici otvoreno pozivaju na to da netko ubije Roosheve roditelje:



Dok rulja diljem svijeta ispoljava svoj fašistoidni bijes na zlikovcu kojeg im je naznačila vlada, nitko se ne buni na to što ih ta ista vlada gura u robovlasništvo prihvaćanjem sporazuma TPP i TTIP.

Simbolično, na isti ovaj dan je Facebook bannao moju sliku za pozadinu, a prijetnje ostavio potpuno nedirnutima:



Neka posljednja osoba ugasi svjetlo kada izađe.

Nastavak sage:
Rođeni za zgražanje 6B: Roosh uzvraća udarac

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Staru jubav opet san snila

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Nije vrijeme od pameti, ni prosipanja velikih riječi. Vrijeme je neko, neizrecivo tako. Grozničavo. Raspolovljeno. Nabijeno. Vrijeme susretanja i sudaranja. Zbilje s maštom. Mašte sa zbiljom. Nikada tako blize i daleke, istovremeno. Nikada baš tu, i baš tako... na pola puta... negdje na onih pola od mora i zvijezda...


Klapa Versi - Dalmatinska strila

Osjećam potrebu, posebno se zahvaliti onima, koji su se, svojim viđenjem, osvrnuli na sudsku presudu... častim Vas, kad i ako se vidimo kiss... pa u nedostatku, kako rekoh, velike pameti, ajde da istaknem i podijelim riječ (moju) na riječ (vašu)...

1. znači ako tužim neću dočekati rješenje :( Imam sličan slučaj na Braču gdje se vješto koristi moja neodlučnost da pokrenem stvar do kraja. (Sjedokosi 01.02.2016. 07:03)
- a kaj da ti prosipam pamet @Sjedokosi :), kad i sam vidiš, ako si (me) iole čitao, kak' tragično stoji stvar s tim diobama i uknjižbama... dugoročno, pak, kako ja to vidim, ne'ko u generacijskom nizu treba donijeti odluku, i za sebe i za svoje nasljednike... boriti se, ili zaboraviti (čitaj: posve p(rep)ustiti)... jer, na svakom je slijedećem naraštaju sve teži teret dokazivanja, a time i manja šansa uspjeha... (kamena 02.02.2016. 09:24)

2. Čestitam od srca! Sretna sam zbog tebe. (SarahBernardht 01.02.2016. 08:04)
- raduje me tvoja čestitka, draga @SarahB :) ali više želim reći... ah, to 'moje' neizrecivo... znači mi puno, i hvala ti na sreći, i tvojoj i mojoj :) (kamena 02.02.2016. 09:34)

3. Dobro je ovo i čestitan, ali......
ovo je, čini mi se prvostepena presuda i ako postoji mogućnost žalbe,
a protivnici to iskoriste, ode još koja godina po sudima.
Što ti, naravno, ne želim, jer znan kako je to.
Otac mi je započeo sudsku bitku negdje šezdesetih prošlog stoljeća,
ja nastavio i..... još nije gotovo i ne zna se kad će!! (geomir 01.02.2016. 10:21)
- lipo je čut' @geomir :) da i tvoje stručno oko vidi... 'dobro je ovo'... a šta se tiče žalbi, znan, ali san prilično uvjerena da ih neće biti... u svakom slučaju, kako reče odvjetnik, treba pričekati 30-ak dana do pravomoćnosti, a to ću znati kada dobijem (od suda) poziv za plaćanje sudske takse... (kamena 02.02.2016. 09:43)

4. Jupiiiii!!!! (Moja Moda 01.02.2016. 11:30)
- kako god, draga @Moja Moda :) ipak je velika satisfakcija i... Jupiii... kako se ti izrazi :) (kamena 02.02.2016. 09:48)

5. Čestitam i drago mi je zbog tebe, ali da ti slabo dođe koliko je to godina prošlo u iščekivanju. (O-da životu! 01.02.2016. 13:27)
- eh, nenormalno puno godina, draga @O-da životu! :) ali sretna sam, dakako, i hvala ti od srca :) (kamena 02.02.2016. 09:53)

6. ne lajkam radi trenda i kvote. znam što prolaziš, nadam se da imaš jasan cilj vrijedan uloga živaca i energije. za sebe se pitam. u trajanju mlinova hrvatskog pravosuđa. (Shelly Kelly 01.02.2016. 20:22)
- itekako (te) kužim i osjećam da znaš @Shelly Kelly :), a pamtim to i iz jednog tvog davnog komentara :)... ćuti se to odmah, jer... sažeto je puno i sve u ovoj tvojoj rečenici, konstataciji, čemu već... eh, i ja se, još uvijek, i za sebe pitam, i nisam sigurna u jasnost cilja, kao što sam to bila prije 5, 6 ili 10, a pogotovo, prije 15 ili 20 godina... a opet, držeći ovu presudu u rukama... staru jubav opet san snila... a Bog neka odluči... (kamena 02.02.2016. 10:03)

7. Odlično ste prošli - oprosti kaj nisam ni čitala, samo sam utaknula datume. Ima naime, sporova tipa - baba je rođena 1721. a dida 1722., nasljednici u međuvremenu geknuli, eeeeeeeee, ali od te babe i tog dide nije bilo oporuke pa sadašnji živući jelte vlasnici moraju dokazati da su oni regularni - legitimni - vlasnici, ali šipak od toga kad nemaju od babe i dide umrlicu i ne mogu dokazati da su baba i dida rođeni 1721. odnosno 1722. umrli i da su pokojni! Lepa moja Hrvacka! (sekasmith 01.02.2016. 20:35)
- neizmjerno je lipo ovo čut'... odlično ste prošli... draga @sekasmith :) a i primjer koji ste naveli... možda jako grubo zvuči, kao likovanje nad tuđim jadom, ali nije to to, nego čisto jedna ljudska potreba za više znanja, za usporedbe, za 'probijanje' sudskih 'zidina', i strogo čuvanih i/ili (za)kamufliranih im podataka i/ili tajni... potreba za kakvim-takvim pozicioniranjem uma u taj nekakav okvir vlastite 'normalnosti' i/ili 'ludila'... ako se ne varam, i radite na sudu, ali nebitno... od srca se zahvaljujem na komentaru :) (kamena 02.02.2016. 10:26)

8. e, baš da strila prostrili nekoga
tebi čestitam na upornosti, valjda je gotovo :-) (double-trouble 01.02.2016. 23:25)
- nažalost, nije gotovo :( @double-trouble :), ali ovo je, recimo to tako, najvažnija 'lego-kockica' mozaika zvanog 'zapuštena didovina', i kamo sreće da je 'legla' na svoje mjesto i ranije, ali dobro je i ovako :) (kamena 02.02.2016. 10:32)

9. Veni.vidi.vici.
Čestitamo na trijumfu! (GMD 02.02.2016. 03:09)
- baš tako @GMD... trijumf je ovo, ma što god tko mislio i rekao... fala ti :) (kamena 02.02.2016. 10:34)

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02/16

Ljubavna bajka

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Odlučio sam napisati ljubavnu bajku koja je ovih dana popularna jer je "puna pouka". Pa, možda i ova prava životna! rasplače cijeli Balkan - nikad se ne zna!

LJUBAVNA BAJKA

Naša glavna junakinja Maria Rudolf bila je dio nekadašnje moćne obitelj Rudolf koja se bavila proizvodnjom kolača, a potom su otvorili ambiciozniji biznis: proizvodnja vina. Rudolf ide kao dobra imaginacija uz zimu, što je i bila njihova neznana sreća, i imali su najviše prometa tijekom blagdana. Prodaja vina je tekla kao med i mlijeko ali jednom prilikom sve se promijenilo, nije više bilo jeftinih crnih tabana i priljev novca je jednostavno presušio.
Rudolfi su se sad samo oslanjali na svoje nekadašnje bogatstvo i položaj, imajući u vidu sve ono što su imali a još više bivali zarobljeni u spoznaji kako sve to više nikad neće imati. Njihove loza je bila razapeta i oni su bivali toliko povezani i sludjeni da su sve više bježeći od realnosti stvarali nepremostivi čvor od živih mesa i osjećanja unutar obitelji.
Njihova kći Maria Rudolf je bila prava ljepotica. Njezina gradja tijela nije bila vulgarna iako je imala sve potrebne note atraktivnosti i uzdaha, a oči su joj bile duboko crne i katkad zamišljene da bi se svaki čak i slučajni prolaznik zagledao duboko u njih sa znatiželjom šta li kriju.

Jednom prilikom, bijaše to pretopli petak, našla se ispod hrasta sa svojim novim udvaračem Marcosom. Iznad njih je bio pun Mjesec, i svi oni drugi elementi dana koji bi ukazivali da se radi o romantičnoj večeri. Marcos joj je poklanjao zvijezde, crtao linije po nebu, desnom rukom pokazivao na panoramu grada koja bi mogla biti njezina i još mnogo sta je uradio Marcos da bi dokazao svoje osjećaje koja je gajio prema lijepoj djevojci s dubokim crnim očima koje su bile kao univerzum. Medjutim, iako je Maria uviđala u svemu tome impresivnu moć ubedjivanja i veštost lijepih riječi, zapazila je da je Marcos jedan običan momak, obučen u nekakve crne krpe, vjerojatno da prekrije ishabanosti nekadašnjeg novog, koje su sve njegove riječi pretvarale u pepeo i dim, a njega činile; pa, bilo je nečega sažaljivog i tužnog u životu što je Maria voljela promatrati s druge strane sigurnog ruba provalije gledajući kako se sve rasipa.

Maria se vidjela par puta s njim i zamalo pokleknula pod njegovim riječima koje su zaista bile pune svjetlucavih iluzija, pa mu jednom prilikom jednostvavno reče, kad je cijela "situacija" postala zamarajuća unatoč tome što joj je drag, kako ne vidi sebe s njim u budućnosti, i da joj on nikad ne moze pružiti sve ono što njoj treba, te kako je siromašan i da svaka cura voli cuti dobre romantike i komplimente. Nagrdjenom momku su oči zasuzile i taman kad je htio da izusti jednu riječ, okrenuo se i otišao u nepoznatom pravcu kroz neko žbunje.

DESET GODINA POSLIJE

Jednom prilikom Maria Rudolf je bila u TC, prepunih kolica namirnica, sudarajući se s bespotrebnim polupraznim kolicima, i u jednom ničim izazvanom pogledu zapazila je svog nekadašnjeg udvarača Marcosa. Bio je isti onakav kakvog ga je pamtila, u nekakvim droncima i sigurno fantazirajući o novim lažima. Prišla mu je. Ponosito. Imala je uvjerljivo najveća kolica u cijelom trgovačkom centru.
- Marcos, jesi li to ti? pitala ga je istom melodijom glasa kao prije deset godina.
Kad se Marcos okrenuo, odmah je prepoznao taj pogled i sva osjećanja su se vratila.

I dalje ju je volio ili je bar tako pomislio.

-Um, Maria!, pa doda nakon kraće pauze - Nisam očekivao da ću te sresti ponovo ... Kako si?
Maria malo gurne kolica prema naprijed, pa izusti crnim čima kroz koje je prošao bljesak - život piše romane! - pa doda - evo, dobro sam, bila sam u kupnji.
Marcos primijeti da je Maria ostala ista, pa mu oči ponovno malo bijahu suzave
- Je l ovo tvoj mali?
Maria pogleda dijete pored kolica, pa potvrdno klimne glavom dodavajući - sad sam udana žena i moj muž mnogo zaradjuje. Napokon sam sretna, ispunjena ...!
Nakon kraće pauze Marcos odgovori kako je i on sad u sretnom braku, i kako nema ni na što specijalno da se požali.
Baš u trenutku kad je Maria osjetila da cijela situacija opet počinje zamarati, pristigao je njen muž rekvaši uzbuđeno: - Kakva slučajnost da se vas dvoje sretnete! Ovo je Maria moj šef!

Njezino lice bijaše kao magla.

- To je čovjek koji nas je pozvao na krstarenje svojom privatnom jahtom kroz Jadransko more. - reče muž kroz osmijeh
- Pa, nadam se da ćete prihvatiti - reče Marcos, pa se ubrzo uz izgovor da je u žurbi ode u nepoznatom smjeru.

Maria je i dalje bila blijeda i izgubljena u magli, u sebi je od bijesa vrišteći ponavljala: krv ti jebem da ti jebem što se nisam raspitala koliko je težak prije deset godina, već ja nagadjam kao prava kokoš!

Maria se još dugo vremena neće oporaviti, jer koliko god da je to potiskivala, skrivala, borila se ... još uvijek ga je isto voljela..

Znanost potvrđuje igru 6: Žene nemaju pojma što ih uzbuđuje

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Ako ste moj dugogodišnji čitatelj, vjerojatno vam je dobro poznato sljedeće:

Ignissovo pravilo #21: Ako želiš biti uspješan sa ženama, prati što žene rade, a ne što govore.
Kritičari to vole zlonamjerno interpretirati kao da ja ženama pripisujem nekakvu zlu namjeru ili zavjeru obmanjivanja muškaraca, no realnost je zapravo sasvim nevina i indiferentna: žene jednostavno nemaju ni najmanju ideju što ih uzbuđuje i zašto ih to uzbuđuje.

Ne vjerujete? Danas nam stiže ova zamamna studija o seksualnim preferencijama koju nam je ljubazno priredila prof. Meredith Chivers sa sveučilišta Queen's University iz Ontarija u Kanadi:

Što žene žele?

METODOLOGIJA:

Za svrhu studije, istraživači su pripremili po nekoliko kraktih filmova sa sljedećim temama:

1) heteroseksualni spolni odnos između muškarca i žene
2) homoseksualni spolni odnos između muškarca i muškarca
3) homoseksualni spolni odnos između žene i žene
4) muškarac kako masturbira
5) žena kako masturbira
6) nabildani muškarac koji gol šeta po plaži
7) vitka žena koja gola radi aerobik
8) spolni odnos između dvaju patuljastih čimpanzi (majmuna vrste bonobo)


Možemo se samo nadati da su ljudski parovi izgledali ljepše od ovoga.
Izvor slike

Snimke iz navedenih 8 kategorija su prikazane muškarcima i ženama obje seksualne orijentacije.

Seksualno uzbuđenje je istovremeno bilo mjereno na dva načina: objektivno i subjektivno. Sudionici su sjedili u udobnoj kožnoj fotelji u njenom laboratoriju u Centru za mentalno zdravlje i liječenje ovisnosti pri Sveučilištu u Torontu gdje prof. Chivers drži nastavu. Genitalije sudionika su bile spojene na pletizmografe - za muškarce je to uređaj koji se navuče na penis kako bi mjerio nabreklost, a za žene mala plasitčna sonda koja se smjesti u vaginu i mjeri protok krvi u genitalijama. Svaki sudionik je također bio opremljen jednostavnom tipkovnicom kako bi mogao na brojčanoj ljestvici ocijeniti svoju razinu seksualnog uzbuđenja.

REZULTATI:

Muškarci su u prosjeku genitalno reagirali na način koji je prof. Chivers opisala kao "odgovarajućim kategoriji".
Muškarci koji su se izjasnili kao heteroseksualni su doživjeli erekciju gledajući heteroseksualni seks, lezbijski seks i žene koje masturbiraju i vježbaju. U pravilu su bili indiferentni kada su na ekranu bili samo muškarci.
Homoseksualni muškarci, s druge strane, su bili uzbuđeni na dijametralno suprotan način.
Također, bilo kakva nada da će životinjski seks pobuditi nešto u muškarcima obje orijentacije je propala jer ih uopće nisu uzbudili majmuni.
Isto tako, opisi uzbuđenja putem tipkovnice i su se poklapali s očitavanjima pletizmografa. Umovi i genitalije muškaraca su se potpuno slagali.

Kod žena je bilo znatno drugačije.
Bez obzira na to kao koja su se seksualna orijentacija izjasnili, sve su pokazivale znatno i vrlo brzo uzbuđenje prilikom prikazivanja muškaraca s muškarcima, žena sa ženama i žena s muškarcima.
Više ih je objektivno uzbudila žena koja vježba nego muškarac koji šeće po plaži, a genitalije su im bile vrlo prokrvljene i kod scena s majmunima (iako trunku manje nego kod zgodnog muškarca u šetnji).
Kod žena se činilo kao da um i genitalije jedva pripadaju istoj osobi. Očitanja s pletizmografa i unosi u tipkovnicu se gotovo uopće nisu poklapali.



Tijekom lezbijskih scena, heteroseksualne žene su prijavile puno manje uzbuđenja nego na što su upućivale njihove vagine, tijekom scena s dva muškarca je razlika bila još veća, a tijekom heteroseksualnog odnosa su tvrdile da su uzbuđene puno više nego što su zapravo bile.
Kod ispitanica koje su bile lezbijke, izraženi i izmjereni rezultat su se donekle približili prilikom scene s dvije žene, no prilikom scene s dva muškarca je njihovo uzbuđenje bilo još veće, unatoč tome što su ustvrdile da im to nije zanimljivo.
Također, sve žene su bez obzira na orijentaciju tvrdile da ih nimalo ne uzbuđuje gledanje čimpanzi.
Pod uvjetom da je provode ljudi kojima je uistinu stalo do znanstvene metode, a ne do guranja ideologije i silovanja rezultata kako bi potkrijepili tezu, znanost uvijek potvrđuje moje pisanje. I ja i svaki imalo iskusniji čitatelj iz vlastitog iskustva dobro znamo da je "to nikad ne bi radilo na meni" samo tvrdnja bez pokrića, isto kao i "nikada to ne radim na prvom spoju" i "on nije moj tip".

To je razlog zašto će savjet iskusnog muškarca uvijek nositi stotinu puta veću vrijednost nego savjet čak i najdobronamjernije žene na svijetu.

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SCENES FROM A MARRIAGE

0:0:14 (obiteljski portret)

- Nice! - An ideal family portrait...
Look into the camera, pIease.
Great! How about giving us a smile?
Let's see some happy faces. You too, Mother... Great!
Mind your hair! There we have it.
- That should do it, right? - Yes, l think so.
- We've finished with the girls. - You've been so good!
- Bye-bye! - They were good as gold...
How about some shots of the parents on the sofa?
Lean forward, you're sliding too far back. That's it!
- l'll try and make myself small. - Talk to each other.
Marianne, turn your eyes slightly towards us...
Look as if you were fond of each other... There, like that.
Hold that pose! Great....
- That's it. Thank you very much. - Good!
We'll need some portraits later.
Well then, let's start, shall we?
l always begin with a standard question, to soothe the nerves.
- l'm not particularly nervous. - Good. The question is:
How would you describe yourselves in a few words?
- That's not an easy one. - Not all that difficult, surely?
- l may be misunderstood. - Really?
lt may sound conceited to say l'm highly intelligent, youthful,
successful, sensible, sexy and l care about the world we live in.
l'm educated, well-read and a good mixer. Let's see...
l'm a good friend even to people who are worse off than myself.
l'm good at sports. l'm a good husband and a good son.
l have no debts and l pay my taxes.
l respect our government, no matter what it does.
l love our royal family. l've left the state church.
- Shall l go on? - Please.
- l'm a splendid lover. - Perhaps we can skip that question.
What about you, Marianne?
Well, what shall l say?
l'm married to Johan and l have two daughters...
- That's all l can think of... - Come on, think harder.
- l think Johan is awfully nice... - How kind of you.
- We've been married for 10 years. - We've just renewed our contract.
Unlike Johan, l lack the ability to see myself in such glowing terms,
but in all honesty, l'm glad l'm able to lead the life l do.
lt's a good life, if you know what l mean.
What else? My, this is difficult...
- She has a nice figure. - l'm trying to be serious.
- l have two girls, Karin and Eva. - You've already said that.
How about some personal data? Let's start with your ages.
- l'm 42, but l don't look it. - l'm 35.
Both of us come from obscenely middle-class homes.
- Johan's father is a doctor. - And my mother is the motherly type.
My father is a lawyer.
lt was decided from the outset that l was to be a lawyer too.
l'm the youngest of seven children. Mother ran a big household.
- Nowadays, she takes it easy. - Oh, does she?
Oddly enough, we get on with our parents. We see a lot of each other.
There's never been any friction to speak of.
Let's talk about your professions.
Mine is a bit unusual.
l'm an associate professor at the lnstitute of Psychotechnology.
Family law is my specialty. l belong to a large firm of solicitors.
Most of my work concerns divorce, but the interesting thing is...
Hold that pose!
Take a picture, l want to capture that expression. Good!
- My, l feel so... - lt will pass.
- Tell me, how did you meet? - l'll leave that to Johan.
- Lord, that is interesting! - lt wasn't love at first sight.
We both had a large circle of friends and ran into each other often.
We were also both involved in politics for several years
and we went in for amateur dramatics quite a lot as students.
Well, l can't say we made any deeper impression on each other.
Marianne thought l was stuck-up.
Johan had a rather highly publicized affair with a pop singer...
..which gave him a certain image and made him insufferable.
Marianne was 19.
She was married to a fool whose only saving grace was a rich father.
He was very kind and l was madly in love with him.
Besides, l got pregnant early on in the relationship.
- But how was it that... - That the two of us joined forces?
That was actually Marianne's idea.
My baby died soon after birth
and my husband and l divorced, to our mutual relief.
And Johan's singer had given him his walking papers.
We were both a bit hurt and lonely,
so l suggested making a go of it.
We weren't in love at all, but we were both downhearted.
And then we found out that we got along very well
and we really buckled down to our studies.
We moved in together, a situation our mothers actually took in their stride.
ln fact, they became good friends.
We were accepted as Johan and Marianne.
After six months we got married.
- By then we were in love as well. - Very much so!
- We were seen as an ideal couple. - And that's still the case.
- No complications? - We've never had material worries.
We're on good terms with friends and relations on both sides.
We have good jobs that we enjoy. We're healthy.
And so on, to an almost vulgar degree. Security, order, loyalty...
We're almost indecently lucky.
Naturally, we have our differences, just like other people.
But we agree on all the key issues.
- Don't you ever quarrel? - Marianne does.
Johan is very slow to anger, so l run out of steam.
This all sounds wonderful. All of it.
Only last night someone was saying
that the very lack of problems is a serious problem.
We are well aware that a life like ours can be dangerous.
How do you mean, dangerous?
The world is going to hell. l claim the right to mind my own business.
Live and let live, that's my motto.
lt sickens me to hear about the latest panacea.
- l don't agree with Johan. - So, what's your opinion?
- l believe in compassion. - Please elaborate on that.
lf people learned to care about each other in childhood,
the world would be a different place.
Hold that pose! Look into the camera, please.

0:7:59 (Peter i Katarina)

Listen to this:
''''''Marianne's eyes, blue as an old folk song, are lit up from within.''
When asked how she copes with a job and a household,
she smiles with shy delight
''and replies that she and Johan help each other.'''' That's true.''
''''''We understand each other, she says,''
brightening as Johan sits down beside her on their heirloom sofa.
''He puts a protective arm around her and she snuggles up to him.''''''
- Hey! - This is the best bit!
''''''So l leave, noticing that they seem pleased at the prospect''
that they can once more be alone together.
Two people who have matured: strong, happy and positive.
''People who have never forgotten to give love pride of place''''.''
- We almost died when we read it. - l was going to file a complaint.
But our mothers and our daughters simply loved the article.
What really riles me is that it says nothing about my eyes.
- lsn't there a secret glow in them? - They're more like dark pools.
- Very sexy, actually. - Katarina has a crush on you.
- Johan, will you elope with me? - A change would do Johan good.
He's been so good for 10 years and has never been unfaithful.
Are you sure?
l believe everything Johan says.
- Did you hear that, Katarina? - Johan is a better liar than you.
- But l have no imagination. - That's just it.
- lt makes you a better liar. - Peter tarts up his stories.
At times l really find it touching.
l read your article in TechnicaI Times. Even l could understand it.
- Actually, Katarina wrote it. - Are you that clever?
You see, l was in Germany and they wanted an article on the spot.
So Katarina wrote it and read it to me on the phone.
- But why did it have your by-line? - lt's not discrimination.
- We collaborate. - That's admirable.
You wouldn't say that if you knew the details.
Things are rotten between us. Cheers, Katarina, my poppet!
Cheers...
Does it bother you that l speak freely to Johan and Marianne?
- What is it, Katarina? - Nothing. Nothing at all.
Only Peter can be so damn clumsy sometimes.
Clumsy is the right word...
l take pride in being clumsy... and imaginative.
The funny thing is that according to Katarina,
l am nothing but a spineless jellyfish.
- Jellyfish? Now you're talking. - Let's try to enjoy ourselves now.
Exactly, because we mustn't forget...
l'm making a thank-you speech now.
Bearing in mind that fabulous magazine article
reminding us that we are in a happy home
that we must not soil with emotional rubbish.
Cheers, Marianne!
l may not envy your domestic bliss...
..but l envy your talent as a cook.
No, l really mean that.
l wish Katarina would learn to cook like that.
Katarina is a much better cook.
- Peter says l poison the food. - lt's a standing joke in our house.
- Right, it's obviously a joke. - One that's seen better days.
Well, let's go into the drawing room and have coffee.
Well, Johan, what am l to do?
l've put my foot in it again.
The girls will clear the table.
- lt's all too bloody touching. - What is?
Your marriage.
Johan and Marianne...
lt can move a person to tears.
ln fact, it makes you want to stick a pin into your beautiful balloon.
- So would you? - Cheers to you both!
- lt's been 10 years, right? - We just had our 10th anniversary.
- No skeletons in the cupboard? - You never know.
- Both Johan and l like tidying up. - You hear that, Katarina?
That's where you and l have been remiss... We never clean things up.
But next week l'll call Marianne and make an appointment,
so she can get started on our divorce.
Peter will have changed his mind by the time he's sober.
That's when the calculator starts running.
''This is what he says: ''''l'll agree to a divorce,''
''if Katarina gives up her claim to our assets in Switzerland.''''''
''And my reply is: ''''But it's my money, l've earned it.''''''
Then Peter will say he has multiplied it
and l can have the whole factory.
Then l say, that's nice of you to let me have a factory in ltaly -
that gets more risky with every rise in labour costs.
''- But Katarina, l've said... - ''''Take the whole set-up in Sweden.''
The apartment, the country house, the boat, the car,
''the shares and the premium bonds.'''' lsn't that nice?''
l get all the taxable stuff!
Excuse me for going on about such trivial matters,
but when Peter gets started on assets, l know how drunk he is.
- And the insults aren't far off. - That's what l've said all along.
Katarina is a businessman, with equal stress on both words.
A businessman...
ln addition to which, she's a brilliant artist
and she has an lQ of l don't know what.
She's attractive as well.
She's a paragon, and gift-wrapped to boot.
How l ever got lucky with that monster of perfection is a mystery.
l really think we'll ring for a taxi and go home now.
This can't be pleasant for Johan and Marianne...
No... Johan and Marianne?
They're candy figurines decorated with red ribbons.
Just like the marzipan pigs of our childhood.
lt's good for their moral fibre,
to gaze into the bottomless pits of hell.
August Strindberg
once wrote:
''''''ls there anything more fearsome''
''than a husband and wife who hate each other?''''''
What do you say? Maybe child abuse is even worse.
But then Katarina and l are children.
Deep down, Katarina is a little girl who is crying
because she has fallen down
and no one comforts her.
And l haven't grown up either.
l cry because Katarina can't love me,
in spite of my bad behaviour.
There's one thing to be grateful for.
That there is nothing more hellish than this.
That's why we're ready for a divorce.
Provided you listen to reason.
Provided we simultaneously,
in each other's presence
and in front of reliable witnesses, sign all the papers.
So no one can stiff the other.
- We'll call you up this week. - We have a great business lawyer.
Borglund can help you with the financial arrangements.
What do you say?
Even if we agree on money matters, you'll never let me go.
l'm convinced of that.
You think you're that bloody indispensable, my dear Katarina?
Whatever gave you that idea?
Do tell me... Tell us.
You force me to have sex,
since you can't get it up with other women.
Your need of a guilty conscience knows no bounds.
Now that it's all over with Jan l expect you're in a panic.
You're stuck with old Peter.
He has the right patience.
So you think you're the only one, do you?
How touching...
You think there are no others.
Let me tell you one thing, Peter...
Please excuse me if l'm rather outspoken,
but Peter is asking for it and he needs to be enlightened.
l'll tell you this, Peter...
You nauseate me so much...
..in a physical sense...
that l'd buy myself a lay just to wash you out of my sex organs.
''''''Abide with me, fast falls the eventide''
''The darkness deepens, Lord with me abide...''''''
You son of a bitch!
''''''When other helpers fail and comforts flee''
''Help of the helpless, Oh, abide with me.''''''
Whatever that's supposed to mean...
l hope there won't be any stains on the carpet.
l don't know about liqueur...
Why don't you bill me?
Do as l say!
Would you mind pouring me a cup of coffee?
l'm pretty sloshed.
Forgive us. We don't usually behave like this.
But you're our best friends.
You're our only friends.
Forgive me... Forgive us.
lf you ring for a cab,
l'll take my bacchante home
and we'll finish our little scene.
The finale is usually not suitable for an audience.

0:20:28 (jezici)

- What's the time? - Ten past twelve.
- Thank goodness we got rid of them. - Yes, things got a bit out of hand.
Do you believe it's possible for a couple to be partners for life?
lt's an absurd convention.
Marriage should be a five-year contract.
- Or be subject to annual renewal. - What about us?
No, we're the exception that proves the rule.
- So you think we'll stay together? - What a funny question.
Are you ever sorry you can't sleep with anyone else?
- No, are you? - At times.
- Well, l'll be damned! - lt's a purely theoretical longing.
l wonder if there's something wrong with me, l never feel like that.
- l'm content. - So am l. Now l've got it!
Katarina and Peter go through hell because they don't communicate.
They have to translate everything they mean into a common language.
- l think it's simpler than that. - We understand each other instantly.
We speak the same language, that's why we're doing fine.
l think it's the money.
lf you speak the same language, money is not an issue.
- You and your languages. - l see it all the time at work.
Sometimes it's as if the couple
are talking on bad telephone lines.
Sometimes it's like listening to two pre-programmed tape recorders
and sometimes it's the utter silence of outer space.
- l don't know which is the worst. - l don't know...
Supposing the kids went to day care while we worked shifts at a factory?
- lt wouldn't matter. - l think it would.
lf you speak the same language, it doesn't matter where you are.
That's a romantic view.
Do you think our relationship would suffer if we lived that kind of life?
- Yes, l do. Seriously. - lt would diminish our relationship?
''Regardless of our ''''language''''.''
lsn't the danger of estrangement just as great in the life we lead?
Definitely not.
Hard, tedious labour exposes people to much greater strain.
You're sillier than l thought and you're taking the romantic view.
- We'll see. - What? What will we see?
- l don't know, do you? - Are you teasing me?
- Aren't you hungry? - Yes, terribly.
How about some beer and sandwiches?
Sounds marvellous.

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THE ART OF SWEEPlNG MATTERS UNDER THE RUG

0:23:10 (revolucija ugušena pri rođenju)

- Good morning. - Good morning.
- Did you sleep well? - Like a log and you?
Well, l woke up at 5 o'clock and couldn't get back to sleep again.
- Why not? - l got all worked up.
- Should l feel guilty? - No.
For once you're not to blame, dear.
l lay fuming about that wretched Sunday dinner.
We always have Sunday dinner with your parents or mine.
- lt's absurd. - lt's for their sake.
- l'm going to cancel dinner. - Cancel it?
- What will your mother say? - Whatever she damned well likes.
l want to spend Sunday with you and the kids.
- Well, if you can swing that...! - l certainly can!
l'm fed up...
- ls it the curse? - You always say that!
Even if my period's due on Monday, that may not be why l'm edgy.
- What's wrong? - Has it ever struck you
that our life is mapped out and every last second is accounted for?
- But we have our vacations. - They're even more scheduled.
- Aren't you going to wake the girls? - They're sleeping in today.
Karin has the day off from school and Eva has a sore throat.
She needs to come along on Sunday to spare us from nagging!
- You were going to cancel dinner. - l'd rather you did it.
Oh no, l'm not making excuses to your mother!
Aren't you going to call your mother? She's an early bird.
- Didn't we agree you would call? - No, dear.
l'll hold your hand in moral support.
All right, l'll do it...
- My, my heart's pounding! - The first sign of the great revolt.
No answer? What a relief!
Hello. Miss Alm? ls my mother in?
May l have a word with her?
How is your knee, by the way?
Oh, it's not any better?
lt's worse? That's too bad... What does the doctor say?
He's not sympathetic, you say? lt's a sign of the times.
Hello, Mother. How are you?
Now isn't that nice. Has Dad left yet?
Right, he was going to the country.
So you let him go off on his own like that?
Oh, Erik is with him. That's good.
l'm sorry, but there's something l have to tell you...
Exactly, how did you guess?
What reasons do we have?
l simply want to spend Sunday with Johan and the girls.
No, we're not going anywhere.
We just don't want to come over for dinner.
l don't think for a moment that dad was looking forward to Sunday.
lt should be a pleasure and not a duty, right?
Yes, l see. l see.
You hadn't told me that bit of news.
Bored stiff, to be quite honest.
No, forget all about it, Mother.
We'll be there.
Yes, we'll manage. lt's fine.
We're looking forward to it.
Bye for now, Mother dear.
The revolution was smothered at birth.
Aunt Elsa is coming
and she was so looking forward to seeing us.
- She has a present for you. - And Mrs Danielsson is cooking.
- And your dad longed to see us. - Damnation!
l admire your courage all the same. We'll say no another time.
Don't be upset.
- Will you be home for dinner? - No, meet me at the theatre.
Don't you like coming home any more?
My, aren't we in a fine mood today?
l'd love to stay in bed for a week,
so we could just hold each other.
- And we'd both have a good cry. - That's not the life we chose.
lf only l could be sure we chose it and not our mothers.
You're suffering from a maternal persecution complex.
- Did you want a life like this? - No.
What if we started cheating on each other?
What would you do then?
Kill you, of course.
- Sometimes l wish... - What?
Nothing...
- Wait a second, l'll come with you. - Why not take your own car?
We can go home together after the play.
- What about the girls? - l'll ask Miss Andersson to cook.
She makes fabulous pancakes. l'll go wake the girls.
- But l'm in a hurry. - lt'll only take a minute.
While l remember it, please pay your parking tickets.
- There's a whole pile here. - Yes, sir.
l'll see you tonight at the theatre.

0:31:23 (flert)

Hello? Yes, speaking.
Hello, Mother. The line is bad, l didn't recognise your voice.
l'm fine, how are you?
You're worried. Now, why is that?
Marianne's mother called
and she's worried as well, you say.
Good Lord...
No, Marianne and l are doing fine.
We're healthy and cheerful
and ecstatically happy.
Nothing's wrong, l swear!
Don't worry, Mother dear.
Your intuition? lt's led you astray.
Marianne and l are happier than ever.
Tell Marianne's mother
that you should do something more constructive than gossip.
l'm pressed for time, Mother dear.
Yes, l'll see you soon.
We'll pop in on Friday, just like we said. Say hello to dad.
Hell and damnation!
Am l disturbing you?
l just had to see what you're up to. A lot of rumours are floating around.
What is all this mysterious stuff?
- Shouldn't you be in Lund? - That's right.
However the students are demonstrating.
The lectures were cancelled.
- What's this going to be? - Take a look.
- What am l supposed to do? - Hold this pen.
When l put the lights out you'll see a bright dot on the wall.
Try and touch it with the pen.
lf you miss, draw a line to it.
The TV camera will register your efforts.
- But it's dark. - There's infra light.
l'll watch on the monitor outside.
l'll put the lights out now.
Off you go.
Get to it.
- Are you pulling my leg? - No, please continue.
But... lt keeps moving.
lt's not a trick, it's quite still.
l've had enough of this. Turn the lights on.
Well, aren't you cross?
- That was unpleasant... - Yes, it makes people nervous.
Look how you've wandered, getting more and more irritated.
- What does that prove? - That remains to be seen.
- l'd like a cigarette. - Sure. Have a seat.
l gave up smoking six days ago. lt's awful.
- Having withdrawal symptoms? - Stefan is away...
My friends avoid me,
but l'll try and stick it out.
Go on, have one.
That spy Bromeus left some here.
Oh, that's heaven!
- Lord, what bliss! - Well?
Right...
l spent the day reading your poems yesterday. Very carefully.
- They baffled me. - Were they so strange?
That's not it.
Well, l might be wrong...
- Has Marianne read them? - No, she's not interested in poetry.
- She ought to be interested in you. - She is, but not in that way.
Really?
You and l are old friends.
We've never been sexually involved.
You can provide an objective opinion before l try the publishers.
- l shouldn't bother. - Are they that bad?
lt's not that they're bad...
..if only that was the case.
You mean they're mediocre?
They're insipid, neat, and puerile?
That l'm indulging in spiritual masturbation?
Several of us in our set believed you were destined for greatness.
We admired you.
You left us all behind.
We even envied you.
- Does that affect my poetry? - No.
- You read it while craving nicotine. - That's true...
l intend to show them around.
Naturally...
l'll wait until some publishers tell me they're bad.
- You feel offended. - You bet l do!
l'm sorry.
Well, l know someone who likes them...
- Who would that be? - Curious, are you?
My dear little Johan...
Pay no attention to what l said.
lt was just my craving talking.
Well, l must go.
l'll leave the poems at your door. Give my love to Marianne.
l'll stick to you through thick and thin.
Bye!

0:38:52 (napokon slobodna)

l'll see you around 12:30, then. Bye.
l'm sorry to have kept you waiting.
During this first encounter, we customarily establish the problem.
l want a divorce.
- How long have you been married? - More than 20 years.
- Do you have a profession? - No, l'm a housewife.
Why do you want a divorce?
lt's a loveless marriage.
- ls that your reason? - Yes.
- Has it always been like this? - Yes, for the full 20 years.
But now you want to break away.
Yes.
My husband is a responsible man. He's kind and conscientious.
He's been an excellent father. We've never quarrelled.
We have a nice apartment and a house in the country.
We're both fond of music.
We belong to a chamber music society.
- lt all sounds ideal. - Yes, doesn't it?
But there's no love between us, there never has been.
Forgive me for asking, but have you met someone?
No, l haven't.
What about your husband?
Not as far as l know.
Won't it be lonely for you?
l guess so...
But that's better
than living in a loveless marriage.
Have you informed your husband of this?
Naturally.
15 years ago, l told him
l didn't want to live with him.
He asked me to wait
until the children had grown up.
Now that they've left home,
l can get my divorce.
And what does he say?
He keeps asking me what is wrong with our marriage.
l tell him l can't go on
in a relationship that lacks love.
Then he asks what this love is supposed to consist of.
But l can't describe
something that doesn't exist.
Have you been on good terms with your children?
l've never loved my children.
l know that now...
l used to think l did. People do.
But l know now
that l never loved them.
l've been a good mother to them all the same.
l've done all l could, even though
l've never felt anything for them.
l know just what you're thinking:
''''''She's been overindulged and has no sense of humour.''
She has all she could ever want,
but still she moans about love.
There are other qualities:
''friendship, loyalty, security...''''''
Something like that, yes.
Let me tell you something.
l have a mental image of myself,
which doesn't correspond to reality.
Forgive a personal question...
lsn't it so that love...
What were you going to ask?
l'm not sure. Forgive me.
l have the capacity to love.
But it's all been... bottled up.
The life l've led has stifled my potential.
The time has come to change that.
The first step is divorce.
My husband and l
block each other in some deadly way.
That sounds frightening.
lt is frightening.
Something peculiar is happening.
My senses, sight, hearing, touch
are starting to fail me.
This table, for instance,
l can see it and touch it...
But the sensation
is diminished and dry.
Do you understand?
l think l do.
lt's the same with everything -
music, scents, faces and voices.
Everything seems...
puny, grey and undignified.

0:44:58 (nije sve u seksu)

Now for a drink and some food.
Sitting through lbsen on an empty stomach is deadly.
Remember when we joined the May Day procession?
You were the more fervent believer.
You told me l neglected our home.
That was the winter, we all came down with the Asian flu.
- We believed in the future then. - lt's nice to believe in something.
And we had the pleasure of annoying our parents.
- You were a hothead. - So was your dad.
A pretty hothead. You were very attractive as a socialist.
Aren't l now? Very attractive?
But married people lose interest in each other.
We haven't.
We're just too busy. When evening comes around, we're exhausted.
That wasn't a reproach, l promise.
- We like each other. - Not in that way.
- Oh yes, we do. - Our life is full of evasions.
l can't help not enjoying it as much as l used to.
There's a natural explanation. You shouldn't reproach me.
- Don't get upset. - We have a fine sex life.
We're not as passionate nowadays, but it could be worse.
Sex isn't everything.
lf you're not satisfied you'd better find a mistress
who is more exciting sexually.
- l assure you, l do my best! - Right...
You've got that look again.
Tell me what you're brooding about.
- You'll only get angry. - No, l'm listening.
Why make sex so complicated?
lt's pretty elementary stuff.
lt's become such a sore spot.
lt's all your mother's fault.
- You're so superficial. - You're a sourpuss!
You put all the blame on me.
- You said you do your best. - l do!
That's preposterous!
Are you calling me a liar?
Then what are you talking about?
Let's drop this and go to bed.
lt's just like you to get me so worked up
and then yawn and say it's bedtime.
You suffer from ferocious ambition.
lt's something we often joke about,
but can't our poor sex life be spared?
Why won't you leave me alone?
First you attack me for not trying
and later for making the effort.
Now look what l've done!
Yes, indeed, you have.
Couldn't you be kind instead?
There, there... Don't be upset. l'm sorry.
lt's possible to talk too much about these matters, you know.
l know you shouldn't keep secrets,
but in this case the rule is wrong.
There are some things you shouldn't pry into.
We hurt each other to no end
and the barbs still remain when we go to bed.
lt's like lying on a bed of nails.
- What are you laughing at? - The bed of nails.
- lt's all very well to laugh. - Let's go to bed.
You've been unbelievably tactless.
l apologise.
Don't l give you enough affection?
Affection takes time.
- Then you don't get enough. - We don't, or give enough either.
That's why l wanted us to go away this summer.
Affection shouldn't be kept for vacations.
You're nice, even if you are a moron.
Lucky l'm married to you.
You're mediocre, but you have your moments of greatness.
At our age, thousands of brain cells burn out every day.
- Never to be replaced... - You must lose a million!
You're awfully sweet anyway, even if you do scold and fuss.
l'm nearly asleep already.
- l'll just go check on the children. - l'm nearly asleep, so don't worry.
Aren't you going to set the alarm?
You may make love to me now if you like.
Thanks for the offer, but l'm too tired.


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PAULA

0:51:09 (došao sam da ti kažem da odlazim)

Here already? l wasn't expecting you until tomorrow.
What a lovely surprise! Are you hungry?
We all went to bed early.
We thought we'd have an early night. The girls and l have been dieting.
- Would you like some sandwiches? - Sounds good to me.
Or shall l fry you some eggs and ham, or fix some soup?
No, sandwiches and beer will do fine.
By the way, Peter and Katarina will call you on Monday.
What an ordeal they're having!
They don't seem able to decide about their divorce.
l told them to get a lawyer each, but they won't.
Listen, change into your pyjamas and l'll bring in a tray.
Sounds nice...
l was afraid you were angry with me.
- Why should l be? - l was beastly on the phone.
l called back, but you'd pulled out the plug.
l was tired last night.
l'd been with that numbskull from the ministry.
Those bureaucratic idiots in charge of our well-being...
- l still think l behaved badly. - Let's drop the subject.
You never want to finish talking about anything,
but this won't take long, dear.
l just wanted to say that you were right, but so am l.
lf you don't want to wear a tuxedo, that's your business.
- But l've a right to my own opinion. - l hate wearing a tux.
lt's a ridiculous outfit. l feel like a dressed-up chimp.
Let's not start quarrelling.
Tux or no tux, l love you.
A tuxedo is hardly essential to our marriage.
- lt seemed like that last night. - l said l was wrong.
Watching you eat makes me hungry...
l need a sandwich.
l'm so hungry, l feel light-headed.
l've lost nearly two kilos this week. Does it show?
l can feel it, though.
But it seems pointless at times...
Why should we grudge ourselves the good things in life?
Why can't we be fat and cheerful?
Remember Aunt Miriam and Uncle David?
They were big, fat and cheerful.
They slept in that double bed of theirs, holding hands.
Content with each other the way they were.
Why can't we be like them,
brimming with contentment?
What's the matter?
Are you upset?
Has something happened?
What's wrong?
Tell me.
l came here to tell you something.
l've gone and fallen in love.
lt's quite absurd and probably all wrong...
l met her at that congress in June.
She was an interpreter.
She's a student of Slavic languages.
She's nothing much to look at.
You might even think she's ugly.
l've no idea what this will lead to.
l don't know a thing. l'm bewildered.
On some level l'm happy,
but l have one hell of a guilty conscience about you and the girls.
We've always got along so well.
Things have been no better or no worse
than in most families.
Say something, for Christ's sake.
l don't know what to say.
lt was wrong not to tell you sooner,
but l figured l'd get over it.
l didn't want to worry you.
lt's funny...
..that l haven't noticed anything.
Everything's been like usual.
Better, in fact.
You've been so sweet.
l've been a silly blind fool.
l didn't understand...
- How mortifying. - No, you haven't understood a thing.
You've never been particularly observant.
- Where do we go from here? - l don't know.
Do you want a divorce?
Are you going to marry her?
Why tell me now? What's the rush?
We're leaving for Paris tomorrow.
l want to get away from it all.
l was going this autumn anyway.
Paula has this scholarship...
..and l want to be with her.
l can't make it without her.
So we're leaving tomorrow.
Now that l'm talking to you,
l want to ditch the whole damn thing.
l feel tired and scared.
Nothing could be more ridiculous.
l know just what you're thinking.
How could you know that?
l'm trying not to feel guilty, which has rather affected me.
Facts are facts, there's nothing to be done.
Let's go to bed. l expect you need to make an early start.
l have a meeting at nine.
Then we should get some sleep.
Aren't you going to undress?
You have marks on your chest.
How tactless of you.
ls my grey suit here or in town?
- lt's at the cleaners. - What a shame.
Did you want to bring it along?
Can't you go and pick it up?
l won't have the time.
l'm busy right up to 3 o'clock.
l can pick it up for you.
l'll do your packing, too. You're no good at such things.
- No, thank you. - Don't be silly...
l'm a bit conventional.
l think you have all you need here.
There are clean shirts and underwear.
Why don't you travel in your jacket and flannels?
- They give you a youthful air. - Whatever you say...
- How long will you be away? - lt depends.
What do you mean?
l've taken leave of absence for at least six months.
l'll probably stay away for at least seven or eight months.
l want to make a clean break.
- And if l'm not here? - l couldn't care less.
Do you know how long l've wanted to leave?
How long l've thought about leaving you?
- Don't tell me! - Four years!
- l can't take this! - Empty words...
What are you going to live on?
You'll have to pay child support.
Don't worry, l'll manage.
You must have assets l'm not aware of.
That is correct, Marianne.
- How is that possible? - Listen, damn it!
Even though it's none of your damn business,
l've sold the boat
and l've raised a loan.
The bank will pay you and the girls 1,600 krona a month.
We'll make some other arrangement when l return.
Get advice from your colleagues, l don't care.
Name your price!
l'm not taking a thing apart from my books.
l'll just vanish.
l'll dematerialize.
l'll pay all l can to support you.
All that interests me is to end this.
Do you know what l'm most fed up with?
All this carping about what we're expected to do
and the people we must accommodate.
What will your mother think?
Hadn't we better ask so-and-so to dinner?
We have to go here, we have to go there...
We must celebrate Christmas, Easter, birthdays...
Every single damn occasion!
- My poor darling... - l don't want your sympathy!
Stop pawing me!
This is pure affectation, my running on like this.
l can't get at the truth about us.
There isn't any one truth.
Whichever way we turn, it hurts.
Please don't go!
- l beg you. - lt's no use.
Postpone your trip. l believe we can save our marriage.
We could make a fresh start. You must give me a chance!
Perhaps Paula would understand me.
l should meet her and talk to her...
Let us face this together. Let me have a chance!
You're facing me with a fait accompli.
You're forcing me into an intolerable situation.
You mean: What are our parents going to say!
What will our friends think? Jesus, how tongues will wag!
How will it affect the girls?
What about the dinner parties?
What will you tell Peter and Katarina? Who cares?
lt feels good to be a cad!
That wasn't what l meant.
Forget it...
l forgot to set the alarm.
- When do you need to leave? - Please set it for 5:30.
l need to pack and l have a conference at nine.
l've been meaning to get a new alarm clock.
This one's so noisy and it's not very reliable.
There, it's set for 5:30.
l'll wake up on my own anyway, so you needn't worry.
- Tell me about Paula. - Please... What's the point?
- Why torment yourself? - l want to know what she's like.
lt's much worse picturing some faceless threat.
- Do you have a picture of her? - Can't we be spared this ordeal?
Please help me with this.
Well, you asked for it...
Where's my wallet? l guess it's in my jacket...
Here are two photos.
That was taken two years ago, on holiday.
That is her passport photo. lt's a good likeness.
She has a nice figure.
- And lovely breasts, right? - Yes, she does...
- Does she dye her hair? - lt's possible.
- Her smile is nice. How old is she? - 23.
She hasn't been lucky in love.
She's been engaged twice
and has had lots of affairs.
- Does that bother you? - Yes, it does...
Her frankness is quite unpleasant.
She insists on giving me the details of her erotic past.
l suffer from retrospective jealousy.
She has no illusions
and she has no great hopes for the two of us.
She knows l'll go back to you.
lt all sounds like a hackneyed old melodrama.
Are you compatible in bed?
Yes, we are, actually.
At first it was all wrong.
l wasn't used to it - being with other women, l mean.
We've spoiled each other, you and l, living in a bubble of our own.
Everything's gone like clockwork.
- The lack of oxygen smothered us. - And Paula will revive you?
l have little self-awareness.
l know little of reality, regardless of all the books l've read,
but this may be an opportunity for you and l to really live.
Has Paula filled your head with rubbish like that?
- Just how naive can you get? - We can do without your taunts.
- Forgive me. - l'm trying...
l'm trying to be honest and it's not easy!
We've never talked like this before.
ls it any wonder we're naive?
What else can we expect?
You're in a tight spot.
Come and lie down beside me.
Come...
l want you to make love to me.
Please?
For old time's sake.
Lie here in my arms
and we'll both go to sleep together.
l don't think l can sleep.
l'd better leave at once.
Close your eyes.
We both need the rest.
Tomorrow will be a busy day.
l'm so damned ashamed.
We'll talk about that later.
Right now, it's just the two of us.
We still have a few hours left.
Just you and l...

1:17:12 (odlazak)

- Are you going to pack first or eat? - You decide.
- Tea or coffee? - Tea, please.
- What about your mail? - l'll send you my address.
You can send the letters on, pay the bills in the usual way.
The plumber was scheduled to come to fix the bathroom.
Shall l call him?
l figured it might have slipped your mind.
l've phoned him dozens of times, l haven't forgotten it.
What about your car?
l've asked Paula's sister to take care of it.
She needs a car.
l see.
Would you please
cancel my dentist's appointment?
lt's your father's birthday on Friday, we're supposed to dine there.
Are you planning to phone him?
That's tricky...
Maybe l can write him a letter.
As long as you don't forget.
Dealing with our parents will be tough.
- What should l tell the girls? - Say whatever you like.
- That you walked out on us? - You couldn't have put it better.
l don't expect you to understand me.
l have to leave now, to avoid traffic.
Goodbye, Marianne. Take care.
- l may be home in a week's time. - l wish...
We'd make a fresh start.
We'd throw out stale old routines.
We'd talk about the past.
We'd try and find out where we went wrong.
You'd never hear me blame you.
Johan, it's all so unreal...
l don't know what to do.
You're shutting me out.
Any solution would be better than this.
Couldn't you promise to come back? Then l'd have something, at least.
You can't leave me without hope.
Even if you don't intend to return, tell me you will.
l have to go now.
Fredrik? lt's Marianne. Sorry to wake you.
ls Birgit there? No, let her sleep.
So, how are you doing?
Oh, you're an early riser, are you? l won't keep you long.
lt's cloudy... That sounds lovely.
There's something l need to talk to you about.
l really need to talk...
You and Birgit are friends of ours.
l have to...
lt's all so unreal, Fredrik.
You see...
l'm on the verge of tears
and crying only makes things worse.
Johan has fallen in love with another woman.
They're leaving for Paris today.
Couldn't you talk to him?
Tell him not to do anything rash.
You've already talked to him?
l see...
So, you both have known all along?
You knew, but you never told me?
And you call yourselves friends?
How could you be so disloyal?
l don't buy your explanations!
All those times we've met
and neither of you said a word...
Damn you!
What kind of friends are you?
To hell with your explanations!
How many others have you known?
Oh, lots of people...
Well, isn't that nice!

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THE VALE OF TEARS

1:25:41 (natrag k Marianne)

Please come in.
My, you're pretty! What a nice blouse.
l liked it when l bought it, but it's sort of girlish.
lt suits you.
l feel nervous standing here like this.
So do l, l've been useless all day.
lt's silly, l know, but l haven't seen you for over six months.
- How come you suddenly...? - Paula is in London.
- Like a drink? - Yes, please.
A whiskey, neat.
lt settles the stomach.
Have you taken to whiskey?
Aunt Berit's looking after the girls, to everyone's mutual delight.
Tomorrow, they're going to the country.
Good... Meeting them might have been awkward.
- How are they? - Don't ask just to be polite.
Please don't forget their birthdays again.
l bought them presents from you, but that didn't fool them.
Can't you take them to the movies one day?
lt's rough on them not hearing from you.
They hardly ever mention you nowadays.
- The way Paula keeps you... - lf you start ranting, l'm leaving.
You said yourself she's jealous.
Are you such a coward you can't stand up to her?
l'm sorry.
l know you think it's absurd,
but don't scold me, it won't help.
- Would you like some more whiskey? - Yes, please.
- How are things, Johan? - Pretty much as usual.
- And you? - l can't complain.
lt was silly of me to suggest this.
We can't talk without hurting each other.
l've got an excellent suggestion, let's have dinner.
- Then we won't snap at each other. - An excellent suggestion.
You look awful with that haircut
and you've put on weight.
You really turn me on.
- What are we to do about it? - We'll see after dinner.
- What delicious wine! - lt's just some inexpensive claret.
Things are going my way at the moment.
l've been offered a chair at Cleveland University.
lt's a good move, financially and career-wise.
That's where things are happening
and l'll be glad to emigrate, there's nothing to keep me here.
l'm fed up with this backwater
and l hate being fleeced by taxes.
So l'll leave in the spring, if all goes well.
Congratulations.
l'm rattling on about myself, but l'm in such a good mood.
Perhaps we can discuss our divorce.
lf you're emigrating, we'd better do it now.
- As you like. - l'd like a divorce.
l may want to remarry, and it would be complicated if you're in the US.
Do you have someone in mind?
Perhaps.
Come on, tell me more.
- Would you like some more? - No, thanks. Don't be evasive.
How are things?
Judging by your appearance,
they must be pretty good.
Do you have a lover?
l'll just get the coffee.
Well...
lt sounds as if you were disappointed.
lt's just your imagination.
l think about you all the time.
Wondering if you're fine, or lonely and afraid.
Every day, several times a day,
l wonder what l did to cause the breach between us.
lt's childish of me, l know.
What did l do wrong?
Why not ask a psychiatrist?
l go to one several times a week.
- Sometimes we even meet privately. - ls he your lover?
We did have sex a few times, but it was no good.
So we devote ourselves to my soul.
Where has that got you?
Nowhere.
l'm learning to talk, basically.
l threw your things out of the study and moved mine in.
lt left me feeling guilty, but bold.
lt's led to something, at least.
- What an enormous yawn. - Sorry, it's the wine.
Also l haven't slept well, l've been tense.
- lf you'd like to go home... - Don't get all uptight.
- You can take a nap if you like. - What a fuss about a yawn.
l'd rather listen to tales of your mental journey.
There's nothing much to tell.
Though last night something funny struck me.
That sounds exciting.
My therapist asked me to jot down whatever popped into my head.
No matter how irrelevant. Anything...
l haven't written much so far, l'm not used to writing.
lt tends to turn out stilted and a little silly.
Why don't you read to me what you wrote last night?
Would you really like to hear it?
l'll just go and get my notebook.
l was up writing to three am,
so l looked a wreck this morning.
lt figures that would happen the night before l see you.
You look so pretty... so very pretty, Marianne.
No compliments, please. Take an interest in my soul instead.
Go and sit down...
Have a seat...
Don't...
Let me read to you.
One good thing needn't exclude the other.
l think about you constantly,
about having sex with you.
l've been longing for you.
But after you leave,
l'd be left longing for you again.
l love you, don't you realise that?
Sometimes l hate you for what you did to me.
l rejoice every hour that passes without a thought of you.
l have friends, lovers, children
and a job l enjoy that l'm good at.
Yet, l'm tied to you.
l don't know why.
Perhaps l'm a masochist,
or else l'm just a one-man-woman.
l don't know...
lt's all so difficult.
l don't want to live with anyone but you.
Other men bore me.
l'm not trying to make you feel guilty,
or use emotional blackmail.
l'm just telling you how l feel.
l can't bear you making love to me.
l can't explain it any other way.
lt's because you'll walk away
and l'll be left longing for you.
l've sort of enjoyed having you at a distance.
So let's keep our hands to ourselves.
You'll just leave me devastated.
l'm... l'm still in love with you.
Why say that when it's not true?
Do you think l haven't longed for you?
l have... We were friends.
We had fun together.
lf we feel like having sex, why shouldn't we?
Why have all these reservations?
Why worry about how you'll feel tomorrow?
No, Johan...
l want you to stop!
l don't want to be mooning over you, pining and weeping!
lf you're going to persist, you might as well leave.
l don't want to sleep with you.
Please try and understand that!
l'm doing my best...
All right, l'll sit here...
l'll sit here and you can read to me.
Then l'll go home and phone Paula and say l've been to the theatre.
May l have more coffee, please and a brandy?
l feel like a terrible fool.
l want to hide somewhere and cry.
- We can meet tomorrow instead. - Yes, that might be just as well.
No, it's better you stay...
l'm busy tomorrow.
Hi there...
l'm so very fond of you.
l'm behaving like a child.
The situation is under control.
We've come through the crisis.
l can barely read my own writing.
The beginning isn't important...
''''''Yesterday l was seized by reckless gaiety.''
For the first time this year, l felt a zest for life.
''Feeling curious about what the day will bring.''''''
And so on...
Here it is:
''''''l turned and looked at the photo of my class at school,''
taken when l was 10.
l seemed to detect something that had eluded me previously.
To my surprise, l must admit,
l don't know who l am.
Not at all...
l've always done as l was told.
As far as l can remember,
l've been obedient, well-adjusted, almost meek.
l did assert myself once or twice as a girl,
but mother punished all such lapses from convention
with exemplary severity.
My entire upbringing
was aimed at making me agreeable.
l was ugly and graceless.
A fact l was constantly reminded of.
But if l kept my thoughts to myself
and was ingratiating,
my behaviour yielded rewards.
The real deception began at puberty.
My every thought revolved around sex.
But this l never told my parents,
or anyone at all, for that matter.
Being deceitful and secretive
became second nature to me.
My father wanted me to become a lawyer like himself.
l said l wanted to be an actress,
or do something else within the theatrical world,
but they laughed at me.
Since then l go on pretending.
A sham in my relations to others.
To men.
The same sham -
a desperate attempt to please.
l've never considered what l want.
Just: 'What does he want me to think?'
lt's not unselfishness, as l used to believe,
but sheer cowardice.
lt stems from being ignorant of who l am.
Our mistake was in not breaking free of our families
''and creating something worthwhile on our own terms.''''''
Oh damn, l fell asleep!
Your words were so interesting, too. Forgive me...
Won't you read some more, unless you feel offended?
l don't feel offended, but l think you ought to go home now.
Yes, l'd better be going.
Please call, if only for the sake of the children.
- You're always welcome here. - lf only Paula weren't so jealous.
Still, she has good reason...
- When will you know about the US? - ln a month or so.
- Let me know how it goes. - Of course, l'll phone you.
We need to make up our minds about the divorce.
- Do you want to marry again? - l don't know.
l'd rather wait, what do you think?
l don't know what l think...
- You'll stay the night, won't you? - Yes.
- How do you feel? - Frightened...
Let's muster up some courage.

1:47:43 (ipak ne mogu ostati)

- Can't you sleep? - Not a chance.
l'd better go home. Forgive me!
- That's Paula's handwriting. - She wrote to me.
- What's she up to now? - She sent this before she left.
Read it here.
''''''Dear Marianne, l assure you''
that there is no ulterior motive behind this letter.
l took this job in London
to break a vicious cycle of jealousy and suspicion.
l know Johan will look you up the minute l've gone.
l've only myself to blame, as l've stopped him from seeing you all.
''lf only it was possible to put things right.''''''
- How like Paula! - She wants us to be friends.
- She can't endure hostility. - How touching. And you believe her?
''''''Johan is the gentlest and kindest person l've ever met.''
He lacks self-confidence,
''though he tries to appear so brave and cheerful.''''''
You can say anything about anyone. lt always fits in some respect.

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THE lLLlTERATES

1:50:50 (do vrhunca)

l'm glad we could meet here. lt saves time.
- lt's not exactly cosy. - But suitable for divorce matters.
Here's the agreement, word for word as we decided.
- Then l don't need to read it. - Always read before signing.
- Don't look so grumpy. - l'm not grumpy.
Here's the list of our joint property and its distribution.
lt's just a list, it doesn't require a signature.
You get Granny's clock? That must be a mistake.
- But she left it to me. - l don't recall that.
lf you're so attached to it keep it, but it is mine.
You're always right, aren't you? Take the damn clock!
- Check that l haven't fleeced you. - Your sarcasm is wasted on me.
l have such a miserable cold.
What do you say to a glass of fine old brandy?
Yes, l think we should have one now.
Egerman gave me a bottle.
Some grateful Parisian colleagues gave him a whole case. Cheers!
Not bad, huh? l like it.
l don't care for brandy as a rule, but this is nice.
l feel better already.
lt's rough all the same.
- Getting divorced. - lt's just paperwork.
We've been living apart for ages and we're in agreement,
but feelings of guilt linger on.
lt's strange... Johan?
- What? - lt's strange.
On my way over l was determined not to cry.
You said you felt guilty.
Let's go and sit on the sofa instead.
Put the lights out, the glare is ghastly.
How can you work in such a bleak room?
The sofa isn't very comfortable either.
lf you put your feet up, it's fine.
- More brandy? - Yes, please.
- Comfy? - Very.
- ls this whole place empty? - There's a nightwatchman.
How nice!
- l just think it's nice. - Nothing's nice with a cold.
Stop feeling sorry for yourself. You're not going to die. Cheers!
- This gets better and better. - Aren't you in good spirits!
To be honest, l'm in love.
- With that David person? - No, that's over.
Give me a kiss.
- But l'm ill. - l never catch your germs.
Give me a kiss, l want you to.
- Was it what you expected? - Much better.
Now, put your hand on my breast.
- Are you seducing me? - That's right.
Right here on the carpet. Right now.
Doesn't that sound fun?
You look suspicious. Afraid of the nightwatchman?
We're still married, after all.
Come, lie on top of me.
People should make love on the floor more often.
- Lock the door. - No one will walk in on us.
- l'm kind of a prude. - Just in case the watchman comes.
- He might be eavesdropping. - No, he's doing his rounds.
ls it wise to take your trousers off with that cold?
- You can warm me. - So you don't freeze your thing...
Poor baby, you're so miserable...
lt's lovely being kissed by you.
l enjoy it so...
What if...?
Shut your eyes,
or l'll feel self-conscious.
Put your hands on my hips.
That's nice...
What if the watchman walked in now?
He could join us. We're liberated.
Let's stay here all night...
...and just drink and make love.
Tomorrow, we'll file our divorce papers.
A penny for your thoughts.
l'm not telling.
- Are you hungry? - l always am.
What about a steak tartare and some beer?
You're not supposed to take me out.
l'm in Uppsala with my students.
Poor Paula!
ln that case, l'd love to dine with you.
- Where's the bathroom? - Down the corridor, to the left.

1:58:44 (do dna)

Let's sign these papers and go out and celebrate.
Pay tribute to a long and happy marriage.
l think l'll take them home with me.
Why do an about-face now?
You said yourself to read things through before signing them.
Let's read it through from A to Z,
so you see that l haven't cheated you.
- Why are you so upset? - l'm not. Let's get moving.
- You look pissed off to me. - l am, but l'll control myself.
Like l always do when l'm subjected to your whims.
Can we end this boring discussion?
lt's late and tomorrow's a work day.
- Don't you want to have supper? - No, thank you.
l'm grateful for the favours bestowed on me.
- Talk about whims... - Now look here, Johan!
lt's pointless even trying to discuss this now.
Let's stuff these into an envelope, then you can take them home.
Then you and Paula can pore over the wording
to see that l haven't screwed you.
- What's going on? - Nothing.
We were good friends a minute ago.
Don't forget Eva's birthday.
- Do l usually? - No, because l always remind you.
Could you pay for her trip to France?
- How much is that? - 2,000 krona.
That's out of the question!
- Then let your mother pay. - l've borrowed too much as it is.
l've just paid for Karin's orthodontist.
- Doesn't she have free dental care? - She refuses to go to that place.
Eva will have to cancel her trip.
lt won't hurt her to learn that she can't have everything.
She's too damned spoilt and ill-mannered!
- Mother was appalled last week. - Your mother told you that?
Well, Eva is at a difficult age.
Don't let the girls rule the roost.
l have their complete confidence
and for that l'm grateful.
l couldn't care less about petty details like manners.
l can't afford the trip. Tell her that.
- Tell her yourself. - Why? You have custody.
l merely fork out huge sums for child support,
leaving me high and dry.
You and l were born
with silver spoons in our mouths.
We've squandered our resources,
leaving us poor, bitter, and angry.
However trite, it's the truth:
We're emotional illiterates.
We've been taught about anatomy and African farming methods.
We've learned mathematical formulas by heart.
We haven't been taught a thing about the mind.
We're ignorant about what makes people tick.
That signals the end of my lecture.
More brandy? Then we can decide about supper.
l don't agree with you.
By the way, that job in the US has gone to blazes.
- Not that it matters. - What a shame!
Well, l was pretty disappointed.
There was the usual wheeling and dealing.
First, things were postponed, then there was no money...
Then they sent someone else. That's life. Cheers!
l'll be 45 this summer.
l can expect to live another 30 years...
Viewed objectively, l'm dead weight.
l'll spend the next 20 years being a damn nuisance.
l'm an expensive, unproductive unit
that should be eliminated.
And l'm supposed to be in my prime,
brimming with useful experience!
''But it's: ''''Throw the loser out.''
''Let him rot.''''''
l'm so damn tired.
l hardly know who l am.
Someone spat on me and now l'm drowning in the spittle.
- Am l boring you? - lt's funny...
l wanted to have sex with you today to see if l felt anything.
All l felt was lukewarm affection.
l think l'm breaking free at last.
lt's taken a long time and it's been very painful,
but l'm free of you now and can live my own life.
Allow me to congratulate you.
lt's callous of me to say this when you're having a rough time,
but oddly enough, l don't care.
l've taken your feelings into account far too often.
Being considerate killed our love.
Had l not been sidetracked by guilt,
l'd have known everything we did was wrong.
Remember after Karin was born?
When we couldn't sleep together?
How we put the blame on my two pregnancies.
We concocted many reasons why our lovemaking gave us no pleasure.
Warning lights were flashing all around us,
but we ignored them.
These post-mortems are so pointless.
Your idiotic sarcasm drives me crazy!
Why should you tell me what to think and feel?
Lord, how l hate you!
l often used to think: 'Lord, how l hate her!'
Especially when we made love and l felt your indifference
and when l saw you naked at the bidet afterwards -
washing off the nasty stuff l'd deposited inside you.
l would think: 'l hate her body, the way she moves.'
l should have beaten you.
l wanted to strike down your hard, white resistance,
but we chatted away and talked about how well we got along.
Then why do l enjoy sex now?
- l do everything he asks. - Just you wait.
When you're married to him, you'll do the same thing again.
Your behaviour is deeply rooted.
Then you'll look for a new lover to free you from your loathing.
You're wrong.
There is such a thing as straightforward tenderness.
To say nothing of sensuousness
and physical desire.
For you that's all blocked.
Do you imagine that l didn't suffer when we didn't hit it off?
l'd think: 'ls this misery all there is?'
We'd console ourselves with the thought that sex wasn't everything.
That in other respects, we were happy. Talk about self-deception!
You're forgetting certain things.
Then please enlighten me.
You cashed in on your sex organs.
They became a bargaining chip.
A night of sex for a night of peace.
Good behaviour earned me a lay.
Bad behaviour or criticism
made you withdraw.
You were worse than any whore!
- You would never face the truth. - Some cosmic truth, or your truth?
The way you made me your doormat!
Am l a substitute for your mother?
All that carping about how l neglected the home.
That's a lie!
You heaped guilt on me!
You and your parents!
l felt inadequate at work and at home
and l was a lousy lay as well.
l was hedged in by all the griping and endless demands.
lf l used my sex organs, was that so strange?
l was fighting against hopeless odds:
You, my mother, your parents, and society!
When l think of what l endured, l could scream!
l tell you this: Never again!
You sit there whining about conspiracies.
lt serves you damn well right!
l hope it will be rammed down your throat
that you're a useless parasite.
- You're being utterly grotesque! - You made me that way!
The difference between us is that l fight it!
l intend to face reality just as it is.
lf there's one thing l truly appreciate, it's being alive.
l enjoy overcoming difficulties.
- l don't ask for special allowances. - How nice!
Then we needn't feel sorry for each other.
We're getting quite human.
lt's a pity we ever met in the first place
and decided to live together - what a glorious fiasco!
The sooner we sign the papers, the better.
We'll divide our worldly goods and go our separate ways.
lt was all just a ghastly mistake.
l know what's on your mind.
- You don't want a divorce! - That's absurd!
- Then sign the papers. - All right, l will.
Be honest now... Look at me!
You don't want a divorce, do you?
Well, would that be such a crime?
l concede defeat, is that what you want to hear?
l'm sick of Paula.
l want to come home.
Don't look at me like that.
l'm a failure. l'm going downhill.
l'm scared and rootless.
My timing is all wrong...
- lf you think pity will help... - l'm giving you a straight answer.
l was bound to you in a deeper way than l knew.
l needed our home
and to lead a regular life.
l'm tired of being alone.
Loneliness with Paula is worse than being all alone.
l can't stand either.
l won't go on... Now you know.
Please send a cab to Malmrosgatan 45.
Want a lift? You really shouldn't drive.
- l'll stay here for a while. - Please don't brood.
lt's none of your business!
- l want you to stay. - But l don't want to.
You're tired and drunk. Let me go.
- l don't want you to go. - Don't be ridiculous.
We've never behaved like this. Give me the key.
l don't give a damn what you say.
Your orderly mind is reeling.
''''''What do l do now?''''''
''''''Has he gone mad?''''''
''''''ls he going to beat me?''''''
You're quite a riot, actually.
Then why aren't you laughing?
You look scared to me.
Let me cancel the cab...
What for?
They only wait around for 10 minutes or so.
Sit down and take it easy.
- This will take quite a while. - Fine...
- So, what do you want to say? - Nothing.
- l want to look at you. - Go ahead.
l might have expected this.
l've often warned wives in the process of a divorce
against spending time alone with their husbands.
Yet here l am.
Shut your mouth!
l'm not afraid, l couldn't care less what you do.
- Shut up, l said! - You maniac!
Give me the key, l'll go and wash off this blood.
l'm not letting you out.
- You arsehole! - You bitch!
l'll show you!
l could kill you! l could kill you!
Oh, Marianne...
Listen, are you all right?
l guess l've only myself to blame...
Will you give me the key now?
- Shall l help you? - No, don't come near me.

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