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Hurry up!

Dad!

Dad!

What was the only thing about the island that
you didn't like?

Tang!

- You little bastard!
- You can't take me!

I can put it away.

Is he looking for me?

- We can't go there.
- I know.

I can dive.

Do you think I can dive?

Of course.
Your father also said he could dive.

- From the same stone, I think.
- Did he?

- Could he do it, then?
- He could take the bomb.

He took the plunge and jumped
with his knees pulled to his chest.

I could dive.

I dived very gracefully.

I just let go.

You dive in,
the water is clear and bright against the surface,-

- and full of bubbles.

Come and get dressed. He's getting worried.

Never mind.

Hey!

Give it to me.

That's enough. Now you're naughty.

Yes.

- What are you doing?
- Listening.

Dad will grow
Spanish daisies, lavender, -

- dianthus chinensis
and everything else.

And a very poplar that will
make everyone in the archipelago envious.

- Mom's favorite tree.
- Yes.

With branches that reach up to the stars.

- Are you sure that poplars can grow...
- Yes, I am.

Can't we hang the bags
in the order they grow?

It's a good idea, but I have
an important assignment for an important publishing house-

- about illustrating
an important book about cheesemaking.

You can do that later, right?
Mom would help me.

Let me work now.

He doesn't love me now that she's dead.

Sophia, now you're kidding me.

That's why he wants you here.

Come with me. I need to ask you something.

What do you think there are the most of,-

- stars in the sky or fish in the sea?

I don't see any stars.

Do you see any fish?

I guess stars in the sky.

Me and.

But I'd rather not have to count them.

Do you think it will grow?

Yes.

I hope so.

It's just reflections, Sophia. Come on.

Is the lion going to
eat the man in the tent?

In the.

No, it's there to protect him.

I call this the magic forest.

You call this the magic forest
because I said so.

- Why are you taking them out?
- Because they're new and they're gnawing.

What happened to the real ones?

Don't you think these are real?

Your own.

Don't you think these are mine?

- I found these.
- I made them.

- Did you go here and make them?
- Yes.

- When?
- Anytime.

Can you make another one for me?

Can you?

If you pick up my pocket knife.

- Should I tell Dad you threw up?
- No. Just get the pocket knife.

When did you put them?

Life is long, Sophia.

Sophia!

- Hey, Eriksson!
- I'm bringing fireworks for Midsummer.

It's humid. Tell your father.

- I can get him.
- No, just put it somewhere warm.

- Did you tell Eriksson I was here?
- Yes.

- What did he say?
- I was just going to tell you about the fireworks.

- Why didn't you say, "Come in to see Dad"?
- Or me?

Did he ask for me?

Maybe he just wanted to meet me.
Have you thought about that?

A cat!

- Has it been there the whole time?
- He said the box should be kept warm.

Yes, then you have to give it some milk.

- My baby bottle is in the attic.
- Yes, of course.

Wise old Eriksson.

It should be called Folder!

We will never be separated.

Folder!

Folder, where are you?

Sometimes I think
I hate the damn Folder!

What has he done now, then?

The more I like him,
the less he likes me.

Cats are like that.

- You didn't say where you were.
- But you found me anyway.

Dad wants to be alone too.
It's so damn boring!

Is that it?

And then you sit there with a damn cigarette.

- Why do you keep saying "hell"?
- I don't know. It sounds good.

I think it should be used
when it gets a bit too much.

Or if someone comes along
he doesn't want to meet.

They went on their honeymoon with the tent.

We need to make a list for midsummer.

Midsummer is midsummer.
We always do the same thing.

But this year Eriksson is coming!

It's big.
He could have gone anywhere.

Or nowhere. He does as he pleases.

And it's very difficult
to know what Eriksson likes to do.

He likes...

He likes the ocean because it's big,
and you never know what can happen.

Yes, he likes the sea.

There it sails away!

Sophia, come here.

Now we dance.

I'm driving.

Midsummer flowers!

Put it outside.

This can also be left outside.

It's blowing up.

- It's not supposed to rain on midsummer, is it?
- How many midsummers have you lived?

Done. Yes!

Herring and perch.

And new potatoes.

Broad beans.

Spinach.

And canned pears.

- Eriksson doesn't eat fruit and vegetables.
- He's not the only one who should eat.

If he comes.

He's coming! He said
the fireworks were for Midsummer.

- But is there a promise to come?
- You.

Put seven flowers under your pillow and
you will dream of the man you are going to marry.

Stop with the superstitious nonsense.

What does superstitious mean?

That one does not try
to explain things that are inexplicable.

My grandmother was superstitious.

She marched in and said:

"Someone is going to die
before the moon sets."

- "Because someone has coughed three times."
- Like that?

Don't you dare!

Then you must drink
one of her horrible concoctions.

Husj, you are a monster!

He's not a monster. That's his job.

It might as well have been midwinter.

Dad is going to
set off fireworks, Sophia.

Let her sleep.

You can do it this year.

Do you think we should wait a little longer?

At Eriksson?

He probably won't come.

The stench of grief keeps him away.

Or self-pity.

I'm trying.

Not enough.

I'm not going to live forever.

Sophia.

- Are you ready?
- Yes.

Try the other one!

- Come on, then!
- Try the next one! Last chance.

- Hold me tight.
- Sure. I hold you really tight.

- Midsummer!
- Yes.

Fly away, Dad! Jump up!

Jump up and fly!

No, both at the same time. At the same time!
Otherwise we'll just go around and around.

You get used to the horizon,
and then it appears there.

Skränmäshallö.

What does it say on the sign?

"Private area. No landing."

Give me the years.

No well-mannered person
goes ashore on another's island -

- when no one is home.

Men...

If they put up a poster,
it's like a slap in the face.

A provocation.

That's asking for trouble.

And why put everything up there -

- when the only place
to pull up the boat is down here?

No stairs, nothing.

Nothing.

At least we can sit here
and not have to watch the commotion.

- They probably don't know anything about moss.
- About moss? No, you can bet on that.

That's how it is with moss.

- If you step on it once...
- It stands up.

- Twice.
- It doesn't get up.

- If you step on it three times, it's...
- Dead. Finito.

People come here-

- with many big, beautiful plans.

And they just...

...slams them open.

Is it on its way here?

Hide. We don't know where they are.

- Do you think they'll come here?
- I don't know.

They are here!

Are they coming? Are they coming over here?

I think they saw me.

Hello!

- Hello, that one!
- Hey.

My name is Malander.

This is my wife
and my son Christopher.

We call him Toffe.

Good day, Mr. Malander.

This is my granddaughter Sophia.

She thought you had a dog.

And unfortunately she is
very afraid of dogs.

- My name is Hilma. Hi, Sophia.
- Hi.

- This is Grandma.
- Nice to meet you, Grandma.

Should we go up to the house?

- Do you have stairs?
- Not yet, unfortunately.

Come on, let's go.

Thanks.

Nei, nei, nei.

Do it like that.

You can go and see what Toffe is doing.

He's probably calling the police.
They have a radio.

No, that wouldn't be polite.

This is socializing, Sophia.

You have to learn that.

A cognac.

And here is homemade lemonade
for this sweet little girl.

- Thank you.
- The adults can have the awful cognac.

- Cheers, then!
- Cheers.

- She's been coming here for 87 years.
- 47.

It's absolutely incredible.

What can I say? This is paradise.

We think the view is outstanding.

And panorama.

We want to preserve the island
as it has always been.

- My wife completely agrees.
- Yes.

We will build footbridges to
protect the heather, the wildflowers, -

- and the moss of course.

- She's a bog fanatic.
- So am I.

Please, have some blueberry pie.

- Can I?
- Of course.

Thanks.

47 years!

I can't believe it.

But that terrace... Well, yes.

Everyone has to make their own mistakes.

Your turn.

Jesus!

Don't misuse God's name.

- I said Jesus, not God.
- It's the same thing.

- One is the father and the other is the son.
- They are both.

- I don't care what they are.
- You should care, because...

- I'm blowing his family.
- Sophia...

I blow into families.

I think I hate families!

- Go talk to her.
- She won't talk.

By the way, you're ugly.
Sophia.

Like that, yes. Then we'll save again.

- We cut a field in half!
- It doesn't matter. They grow back.

The two halves become two new fields.

Sophia.

A field contracts to...
How much?

One-seventh of its normal length.

To a seventh, and then it becomes small
and thick and easy to stick the hook through.

- New line.
- New line.

A field that is cut in half
knows that it becomes two fields.

But we don't know how much it hurts.

- What is it?
- It's your father.

He sits down to work.

I like it when he's working.
Then I know where he is.

Don't turn on the light. Use the flashlight.

Her.

I think they looked at each other
and thought they looked awful, -

- and then they crawled away as fast as they could.

Then they began to ponder.
Now life would be different, -

- but they didn't know how.

Presumably everything they experienced afterwards was
only half as big.

- Should I read it out loud to you?
- No, I don't have time.

But save it for my children.

- Hello! Where are you going?
- Into the city. Go and lie down again.

- I want to join.
- Can you be ready in 30 seconds?

I'm ready now.

- Put on your shoes.
- No, not shoes.

I want to join.

But I'm going to read my book.

You invented the Boy Scout, didn't you?
You did?

Baden-Powell invented the scout.

I just made it so
that girls could become scouts here.

Why weren't girls allowed
to be scouts before?

Tell us what it was like to be a scout,
what you did and about sleeping in a tent.

Close your eyes.
Just for a little while.

Are there ants in the sky?

In the.

How can God
keep track of everyone who prays?

He has assistants.

But what if he doesn't have time
to talk to them?

What if you pray
while falling from a tree?

Then he'll let you hang on a branch
until he has time.

Yes, well. The scouts.

We sat around the campfire.

It was cold.

We ate soup.

You make it sound boring.

What I did as a young man
that was fun and meaningful, -

- means nothing anymore.

- Is nothing you do to me funny?
- Sophia.

I just meant that there are
certain things I can't do anymore.

What then?

I don't like you lying completely still.

And I don't like it when day
just follows day after day.

Time that just goes by and by.

And the wind that always blows here on the island.

You tend to like the wind.

Everything is slipping away from me.

I don't always remember things.

Usually I don't care about that.

But sometimes I care about it.

Very.

- What don't you remember?
- What it was like to sleep in a tent.

I was the one who made it
possible for girls to sleep in tents!

Now I can't even
tell you what it was like.

When are you going to die?

Don't think about it. Soon.

Why shouldn't I think about it?

Are they going to dig a hole?

How are you?

I came to tell you
what it's like to sleep in a tent.

I thought you'd like to know.

Yes, I will.

You can hear everything much more clearly,
and the tent is so small.

It's nice that you can hear everything.
It feels safe.

That's how it is.

You hear everything outside.

As if everything is coming very close.

And pine needles fall
and slide down the tent.

And you can hear it
even if they don't make a sound.

I remember that.

It's as if everything on the island is inside the tent
even though it's not.

Yes, as if the whole island is shrinking around you,-

- until you and the island are
like a raft out at sea.

I always thought we were floating.

I thought the island was floating.

I thought so, but at the same time I didn't.

Well. Maybe we do,
but at the same time we don't.

Dear God. I'm bored to death.

Let something happen.

Like a storm or something.

Amen.

A guy! Who lives here?

Nobody. Come and help me.

Why haven't you
brought me here before?

When your father was little,-

- it happened that the lighthouse keepers
let him go all the way to the top.

But they're not here anymore.

It's okay to go in!

Hey!

Grandmother!

Up here!

Grandmother!

Dad?

Oh no! My storm.

Sophia, hurry up!

We have to go inside.

Good girl.

- Dad, then?
- Don't be afraid. He'll find us.

Dear God, I've
changed my mind about the storm.

Sorry to interrupt. Amen.

Dear God. Didn't you hear what I said?
I don't want the storm anymore.

Grandma, where is he?

Is that all you have?

Is that it?

Sophia, can't you come and help me?

I shouldn't have asked for a storm.

Sophia.

I asked God for a storm,
and now the world is ending, and we are dying!

It's all my fault, Grandma!

Sophia.

I also prayed for a storm.

Did you?

Very early. Before you woke up.

It's not your fault.

Nothing is your fault.

Mom loved storms.

She loved storms.

She loved storms.

Dear God. Thank you.

- Up to the stars.
- Up to the stars.

Dad! I'm going to dive.

Here I come!

Jump out!

- I dived!
- You dived.

What should we put in the decoction?

We'll make a magic bag for him.

He would never drink decoction.

Two leaves from the poplar.

And untie the laces while you're standing there.

Now we have to find a snail shell.

I found it!

Good.

One more. And then the snail shell. Like that.

Be sure to put it close to him.

- Are you sure it will work?
- I don't doubt it for a moment.

THE SUMMER BOOK

Autumn.

Eriksson?

There is no boat.

It's a heartbeat.

Text: Mari Eggen
Swedish Medietext