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Hello?

Hello!

Akam?

Akam, dear.

Hello, who's this?

Open the door, dear.

Who are you?

I'm your uncle.
Your father's brother.

You don't remember?

Uncle ...

Uncle Khdr, you silly boy!

- Uncle Khdr?
- That's right!

- You're not in Kurdistan?
- No, I'm outside your door.

In Norway.

Akam?

- Hello, uncle.
- Hello, my dear.

Are you doing well?

- How are you doing?
- Thanks.

- I'm happy to see you.
- Welcome.

Thank you.

So, Akam ...

- How are you?
- Thanks.

I never thought
I'd see you again.

Are you doing well, dear?

Where should we go?

- In here.
- This room?

Yes.

The last time I saw you,
you were this small.

Now you're all grown up.

How did you
find my address, uncle?

It wasn't easy.

I've got my eyes on you,
even though you never reach out to us.

But why didn't you tell me before? I
could've picked you up at the "flyplass"

- Where?
- The "airport". It's like ...

- Frokakhana?
- Yes.

Check your phone.
I called you a hundred times.

You are probably busy with
these yellow-haired people.

You obviously don't have
time to answer me.

What do you mean
by "yellow-haired"?

I'm talking about these blondies.
Do you have a girlfriend?

No.

Tell me the truth.

No, no.

When I was you age,
I had five or six of them.

I swear.

Thanks.

My family wanted me to get married...

Sugar cubes?

My mother and father
kept pressuring me.

"Get married,
get married, get married!"

We don't have cubes, only regular sugar.
Is that okay?

No problem.

"Get married, get married!"
But none of them were right for me.

Am I supposed to stir with my finger?

Spoon?

No matter what they told me,
I didn't care.

I told them: "Leave me alone,
I don't have time for that."

Why are you standing?

Come and sit down, you flagpole.

Why are you so thin and weak, Akam?

I'm not thin.

You don't have food here?

Are you hungry?

- I can ...
- No, dear.

I mean,
don't you have food in this country?

Aha, yes.

We do have food in this country.

Good to hear.

You look like your father
when you laugh.

- Have you talked to my mother?
- No.

- No?
- Does she still live in the same city?

Yes, in Bergen.

Take care of her.
She's been through a lot.

Are you going to visit her?

Well, for now I'm here.
Let's see how it goes.

So, you're going to stay here?

Where else am I going to stay?

Hopefully, I won't be
sleeping in a Mosque.

Enough about that!

How are you? What's up?
What are you up to these days?

Uncle, can you please
lower your voice?

Who knocked on the door?

I don't live here alone.
I live in a "kollektiv" .

- You live in a what?
- Other people also live here.

Tell them I'm here,
that you've got company.

I'll tell them tomorrow.
They're sleeping now.

That's a nice watch.

It's peshkesh.

- It's what?
- Peshkesh .

What's peshkesh?

It means it's from me to you.

Free of charge.
You can have it.

Oh, no thank you.

No need to thank me.

If you like it,

you can have it.

So if I say yes, it's mine?

You can take it,
or you can leave it.

And what if you
don't want to give it away?

It doesn't matter what I want.

It's our culture.

No, thank you.

What's your plan now, uncle?

I need to rest,
give me a floor to sleep on.

I'll tell you everything later.

- Uncle, you can have the bed.
- No, there's no need.

Give me a blanket,
and I'll sleep on the floor.

No, uncle. Take the bed.

No, please.
I'm so tired I can sleep anywhere.

Uncle, it's peshkesh.

No.

Peshkesh doesn't work that way.

Sorry.

Akam, I'm sorry for
disturbing your sleep tonight.

Don't say that, uncle.
This is your home too.

- Good night.
- Good night.

As I said to the others
before you came, Marko,

I'm giving you all an assignment.

You're going to pick a fairy tale,
and modernize it.

You can use the literary devices
we talked about, alright?

Do you remember them?

Metaphor, humor, repetition.

And then place
the story in the present.

Are there any current topics
you find interesting?

How can your fairy tale affect the ...

I didn't know phones
were allowed in class.

Sorry about that.

Yes, Ylva.

Are we supposed to incorporate
something personal into the story?

What do you mean?

For example, I'm very interested
in existential dread these days.

Listen to her, bro.
"Existential dread ".

Yeah, this might be news to you,

but it's basically
a school of philosophy that says

- life essentially has no meaning.
- I know what it means, bro.

Isn't that what
"The Matrix" is all about?

Basically.

Ylva.

"Basically?"

Oh, my bad . I just don't know how to say
it in Norwegian.

You can say "egentlig " or
"i utgangspunktet ".

Let's not resort to English
all the time, guys.

This is after all a Norwegian class.

Right, so in a way,
I feel there should be something gnawing.

And I don't know which
fairy tale I'm going to choose,

but I think the title should be "Gnaw".

For now , at least.

- Yes, Stian?
- What the hell is going on?

Relax, Stian, it's just my uncle.
He needs a place to stay...

It's normal procedure
to ask your roommates first.

I understand,
but I left a note on the door.

Yeah, but the note ...

Okay, what's going on here?

Sorry, I left a note on the door.
I thought you'd see it.

I'm fine, but she got scared to death.

Oh shit!
I wasn't scared to death.

I got surprised.

He came in the middle of the night,
I didn't want to wake you.

Right, but he didn't
tell you he was coming?

No, or ...

Yes.

You know what,
come with me for a moment.

I just wonder how long
he's going to stay.

Actually, I don't know.

You could ask?

You don't ask
about things like that.

Yes.

I think...

It's a pretty legitimate question.
It's about...

- Yes, but...
- What's up?

He doesn't want to ask his
uncle how long he's staying.

No, it's not that,
it's just a bit rude to ask.

- Rude?
- Yes.

- Is it a cultural thing?
- Yes.

Okay, but then we'll
have to respect that.

- Yes.
- Yes.

But ...

Communication is really
important anyway.

It's not like he's moving in ...

Tell them I'm only staying
for a few days.

But if they don't want me here,
I can go somewhere else.

No, no,
why do you say that?

He's only staying
for a couple of days.

Good heavens!

- A couple of days.
- That's okay.

It'll be nice!

Just tell him not to smoke inside.

She says...

I understood what she said,
no smoking inside.

- Tell Jens that he's very welcome.
- Yeah.

Who is Jens?

Akam.

Khdr was hard to pronounce,
so I told them my name is Jens,

don't disclose me.

As you know,
Jens is common in this country.

Is it written with A or with E?

"Jans"?

My hero.

- Your hero?
- Yes, you are.

I'm your hero?

Yes, I liked how you protected me
in there.

Protected you?

I don't think I protected you.

Stian! Stian!

- Wow, wow, wow!
- Hey, hey, hey!

- Calm the fuck down.
- I'm sorry.

Hit him!

Calm the fuck down.

You threw yourself in
front of me to protect me.

I never threw myself in front of you!

Yes, in case he was...

I know you're in control of things.

- I saw that things were under control.
- But I'm saying it's a good thing!

- No, you're an independent individual!
- Yes, but...

You don't need some
blonde dude coming and...

Stian.

I hear something going on
in the living room,

and then I behave in a respectful manner.

I've just never seen that side of you,
and I think it was very masculine.

You've still never seen
that side of me.

- I just saw it!
- No!

But Akam, is this a home or hotel?
Why do so many people live here?

It's because of the environment
and to "spare" energy.

- To what?
- I mean...

We live together to use less electricity.

To have less expenses, you mean?

Yeah.

I understood a tiny bit
of what you said.

So this is where
you store your food?

That's not my shelf.

The washing room
is in the basement.

- The laundry room?
- Yes.

And the mesinne?

- What's mesinne?
- Mesinne... aftawa.

- The thing you wash your butt with.
- Aha.

Akam, don't tell me you
don't wash yourself.

- I do wash myself.
- So where's the mesinne?

I use the shower.

Is that sufficient?

Why are you asking
questions like a police officer?

I am not a police officer.

I just don't understand how people
can live without washing themselves.

I need to use the toilet,
are you finished soon?

Uncle?

- What?
- My mom wants to talk to you.

Mom, I don't think he wants
to talk to you...

What are you saying?
Who said I don't want to talk to her?

Hello, how are you sister-in-law?

Hello Mr. Khdr, how are you?
Welcome.

Bless you.

I wanted to call you for a long time,
but didn't find the time...

You came here without telling us.

Are we not family?
Are we not related?

Am I not your sister-in-law?

At least for Akam's sake.
He's your nephew and my only child...

You could have at least called us.

Mom, I think he wanted to surprise us.

Dear son, it's not about surprise.

They have a habit of blaming
others for their own mistakes.

Dear sister-in-law.
I'm sorry, I should have called earlier

to ask if you needed anything,
so I could bring it to you.

You are unbelievable,

do you think I'm mad
because of a kilo of cheese?

I'm mad because you
didn't tell us you were coming.

Forget that for a moment,
tell me this.

When did you arrive,
and what route did you take?

How I got here?
Certainly not on the back of a camel.

As you know,
my situation is good these days.

I've got my own welding business.
I've got money, I have everything I need.

By plane obviously.
You board it, and then you land.

And that's exactly what I did.

How is your mother
and your brother Mahmoud?

I heard he fell from the house roof.

How should I know?
I never hear from you.

- Mom?
- What?

- No, "mamma".
- What?

My mother!

- Mom...
- Yes, my son.

So...

Maybe uncle can come to Bergen,
and stay with you for a while?

Hello?

- Do you hear me, mom?
- Yes, I hear you, Akam.

Will you come with him?

No. I can put him on a
train and you can pick him up?

It's a little weird if he
comes here without you.

I can't really have another man
visiting now that your father's gone.

But I don't know the guy, mom.
And I don't understand everything he says.

Akam, my son, don't say that.

Your Kurdish has always been good.

Why do you always do this, mom?

It's a fact that can't be changed.
Your Kurdish is very good.

Hey, you can't do that!

- What are you going to do about it?
- Pick it up!

- F...
- What did I say about cursing?

- Did I curse?
- Yes, you did.

I said F.

I could've said "Fredrikstad".
What are you mad about?

Could you please pick up the book
and start reading?

Hey, get it together.

I won't read it,
it's a shit book anyways.

This is the fourth time you've cursed
today. Should I call your father?

- Can you stop threatening me with that?
- I'm not threatening you.

I'm showing you respect,
and I expect the same in return.

- You don't respect me.
- Yes I do...

- Astrid?
- Yes?

- Could I have a word with you?
- Yes.

Yes?

- Is everything alright?
- No.

Is he not listening,
or what's going on?

No, he just won't
do what I tell him.

- I can follow up on him.
- That would be nice.

Hi, Akam. How are you?

One question, do you have a device
that can play DVDs, CDs and movies?

- I couldn't find the HDMI cable.
- That's fine.

But other than that,
it's a great player.

- Fully functional. Blu-ray, even 3D.
- Right.

- Ask him if it works.
- No batteries...

That's fine!
Yes, he said it works.

Some of these don't work.

What do you mean?
He just said everything is okay.

He might say so,
but some of these don't read all CDs.

- What do you mean?
- It might not read all types of CDs!

- Uncle, he said everything works.
- We agreed on 500, right?

Yes, of course.

- Do you have the money?
- How much?

500 kroner.

Ask him to lower the price.

- No, uncle, the price is 500.
- It's not worth that much.

Give us a moment.

Uncle, let's not waste time here,
this is not Kurdistan.

My son, business is business.
What does Kurdistan have to do with this?

- We'll give him 150...
- What? 150 kroner?

In that case,
I'll give him the rest myself.

- Is everything alright?
- Yes, we're just... talking.

If it doesn't work, you can come
back and we'll try it on the TV.

No, no, it's fine.

Uncle, the price is 500.
This is embarrassing.

Uncle.

Take this. Is it okay?

- What?
- It's not worth more than that.

- Uncle...
- I don't quite follow...

- It's a good price for a good player.
- That's what I told him.

Say it's okay.
This is enough.

- Okay?
- What's going on here?

I'm sorry, he's...

Don't spoil my negotiations, please.

Okay?

Say it's okay.

Okay?

Okay?

Are you happy?

Very much.

It's a good player,
and we got it cheap too.

Uncle, where are you going?
Home is this way.

I know, but I've never been over there.
Can we go this way?

Okay.

Akam?

Let me see if there's a restroom here.
You don't have to wait.

But do you know the way home?

- I can wait until you're done.
- Alright. I'll be back soon.

Hi.

How are you, brother?

Excuse me?

What's your name?

Akam.

Akam...
What are you doing here, Akam?

I'm waiting for someone.

Well, why don't you
come eat something?

No, thanks. I'm not hungry.

It's not about being hungry.

We have a khast,
and delicious lentil soup.

What's khast?

Khast!
You don't know what khast means?

No.

Chef!

This guy doesn't know what khast is!

What? Who is this guy?

This friend here.
He is even Kurdish.

In that case, he must try it.

Do you have a Norwegian girlfriend?

You didn't say who you're waiting for.

My uncle. His name is Khdr.

Right.

Mr. Khdr, I know him.

How do you know him?

Mr. Khdr comes here often.

Often? Since when?

Well, for two or three months.

You know my uncle, right?

He said he came directly from Kurdistan,

but then I hear from someone else that
he's been here for two or three months.

Really?

Can you leave it?

And now he's been here
for more than a week.

And I don't like that he
corrects me all the time.

How?

He's picking on me every time
I say something wrong in Kurdish.

Why are you laughing?

I know the feeling.

But didn't he say why he's here?
When is he leaving?

He said he's visiting.
I don't know.

You should talk to Elina.

She works for the government,

specializing in people
who show up in the middle of the night.

So if things start to get weird,
give her a call and get some advice.

Yeah, but...

I'm probably overreacting.
It's not that bad.

You know what I'm saying?

Maybe you could send me her number,
just in case.

Let me hear what you're working on.

I'm not really done yet, but...

- Let me hear.
- Okay.

It's just a draft.

Never mind.

Let me hear the rest.

- Did you like it?
- Yes.

"You don't use the mesinne, Akam?"

"You don't wash your ass, Akam?"

"How do you live with yourself?"

Uncle?

I was at a meeting
with some colleagues.

Yeah?

Why are you not in bed?

Have you been drinking?

Me?

No, me.

- Elina?
- Yes.

Hey.

- Hi. Akam.
- Right.

Elina.

- Nice to meet you.
- Yes.

So, Gabriel told me you're
doing some research?

Yes...

It's for a short story I'm writing.

- Okay.
- Or a project...

- I haven't written anything before.
- A project?

Anyways , you work at the...

Directorate of...

The Directorate of Immigration (UDI), yes.

- Cool.
- But what about you? You're an author?

No, I work as a teacher.

Oh, cool!

You didn't tell me what
your short story is about.

It's about a girl, or lady...

- A young woman, who lives in Oslo.
- Right.

One day, her aunt comes to visit from
their home country.

Which is Iran.

And they've never met before,
so it's a shock for the nephew.

- Don't you mean the niece?
- Yes! Of course. The niece.

What's her name?

I haven't given her a name yet...

What about Miranda?

Miranda is nice.

Sorry, I won't interfere
with the artistic stuff.

Well, you're my consultant so...

Yeah!

How far along are you?

Like...

Do you have the dramaturgy in place?

- I just remember "the fish" from school.
- The fish?

Beginning, middle and end.

Oh, right.

Right now there's just
a lot of different situations.

Like what, for example?

Like for example...

The aunt has a bad habit of
getting the bathroom floor wet.

And she's not very good at recycling.

And no matter how often Miranda
tells her, she forgets.

I don't know what's hers or yours!

Look, uncle, the top shelf is mine!

And then there's the bottle.

Why is there a bottle in the bathroom?

I threw away one already,
but another one appeared.

- What's the deal with the bottle?
- It's not important.

Oh, okay.

But how long will the aunt stay?

Yeah, that's the weird thing.

First it's a week,
but then it drags on and...

Who knows,
maybe she'll stay forever?

Okay, but does she have a
residence permit or a visitor's visa?

Visitor's visa.

So the niece knew
her aunt was coming?

No, it's a surprise.

- If you can allow me to make a suggestion?
- Of course.

If the aunt is supposed to visit her,
the niece should invite her first.

- That would be more believable.
- Why?

There are a number of things
that need to be in place

if you want to visit from Iran.

You need a written
invitation from the host...

Are you going to take notes?

- Yes!
- Yes.

You need to state the purpose of the visit
and how long the guest will be staying.

And provide proof that the aunt
will be able to return to Iran.

And that's important, if...

You want to make sure she returns home.
And you want that, so...

What's her job, by the way?

I haven't gotten that far.

But just to be sure...

The aunt can't come to Norway
without this visitor's visa?

Oh, no.
Or at least not legally.

But... that's a good thing.

How so?

For the tension, I mean.

Yeah.

Should we order a coffee?

Yes.

This is a Kurdish wedding.

Kurdish dance.

This is Shanaz, my sister.

Sister.

Uncle.

Akam, glad you came.

Come, help me translate to Norwegian.

This is Hazhir,
the son of aunt Halim.

He says that's Hazhir.
He's my cousin.

- The son of pure Halim.
- Pure?

Yes, aunt Halim.

That's my uncle.
He is dead now, unfortunately.

It's his uncle, who's dead.
He's no longer alive.

Crazy Mamat.
That's Crazy Mamat.

- This is also aunt Halim.
- Uncle, can I talk to you for a minute?

Excuse us ...

Can I ask what you do for a living?

- Lahimchi.
- What does that mean?

- You don't even know that?
- No.

Blacksmith. I make doors
and windows for houses and stores.

- Oh, so you work for a company?
- No, no.

I have my own business
with a lot of employees and I run it.

So you have your own company?

- Who's that?
- That's you.

We have experience in design

and installation of all
types of doors and windows.

Piroti Metal Industries is ready to
weld and repair anything.

We even mend the broken hearts.

Under the leadership of Khdr Piroti.

- You believe me now?
- Yes.

Now you tell me...

Yes, uncle.

Where were you the night
you came home drunk?

What do you mean? I told you I was
at a meeting with colleagues.

So you get drunk at meetings?

No, it's not like that.

Be honest. You were at a nightclub,
shaking your butt.

No, I don't do those things.

What do you drink?

- What do you drink?
- I don't drink.

I drink Ouzo.

- Ouzo?
- Yes.

- You've never had it?
- No.

Okay.

Raise it.

- Cheers!
- Ba xoshit !

It tastes like raziana .

What's raziana ?

Dear lord,
I can't say anything to you!

"What? Why? Where?"

- Do you know everything?
- Yes, but I don't brag about it.

- Norwegian? French?
- Not Norwegian, but French, yes.

Let me hear.

Merci.

Give me another word.

Bxh Bxh.

See, you don't know
everything yourself.

You're just teasing me.

Forget about France for a minute,
and come back here.

Is there something going on
between you and the blondie?

Pernille? She's not blonde.

That's what we call them.

- There's nothing going on between us.
- Europeans are usually called blondies.

- But there's nothing going on.
- Akam, don't hide things from me.

How many times do I have to say it?
There's nothing going on.

- You can tell me if there's anything.
- There's nothing.

Anyway, if you want to get married,
let me know first.

- I'm serious.
- Okay.

With just one phone call...

I can fix it.

Okay. How is my aunt?

She is fine,
she lives a problem free life.

Why didn't you
bring her with you?

- Where?
- Why didn't you bring her here?

She...

- Hi.
- Hey.

I brought your cups.

- Oh, thank you.
- I'm just gonna get something.

Is it poppy seeds?

No, it's sunflower seeds.
Want to taste?

Thank you.

[in Kurdish]
Do you like it?

- He asks if you like it?
- A lot...

Okay.

- Skål!
- Skål!

Quiet.

He swallowed it whole.
I thought he was going to choke.

Why aren't you reading?

I don't feel like it.

You're early at school today?

It's because she wants me to read
the same book over and over again.

I've already read it.
I just don't remember the story.

Is someone pressuring you at home?

- Do you want to tell me about it?
- Forget it.

You know, Marko.
When I was a kid...

I wasn't allowed to speak Norwegian
at home.

Only my native language.

When I forgot some of the words,
I just said them in Norwegian.

Then my dad got angry with me,
and corrected me all the time.

But I don't think he wanted
to diss me or anything.

He just wanted to help me.

How did you learn the words then?

I didn't learn them.

I'm still working on it.

What would you do if you found out
your uncle lied about why he came?

Do you mean the aunt?

- Yes, what did I say?
- You said uncle.

No.

I would've just asked her.

But what if she says
she doesn't have a visa?

What are the consequences?

I talked to my boss, and...

she said I have to be careful with
how much information I share.

Okay.

Some things might be confidential.

You haven't told me anything
I can't figure out myself.

No...
Why are you calling me then?

Is Moss nice?

Yes, it's a nice city,
just a train ride away.

Here you go.

Thank you so much, dear Hussein.

You are welcome, my friend.

It's important that you get everything
in order.

As soon as I get everything sorted,
you will get your money back.

No problem.

Akam?

What are you doing here?

I guess he came back
for the lentil soup.

Guys, this pretty young man
is my nephew, Akam.

- A very good boy.
- Akam Swara's son?

- It's really him.
- He has grown up.

He looks just like his father.
Like an apple, split in half.

Akam, this is Hussein. An old friend,
who I haven't seen in a while.

We coincidentally ran into each other.
He's the owner of this café.

Akam, don't you remember me?

Our families were close friends.

Your family visited ours,
and we visited you.

- Where?
- In Fredrikstad.

Guys, Akam was little back then.

He was running around with a pencil.

I wanted him to sit on my lap,

and when I finally caught him, he jumped
and stuck the pencil right into my nose.

The blood was gushing out.

Well done,
he should have ripped it off.

- I apologize.
- Finally after 20 years?

The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

Akam is the son
of a true Peshmerga fighter.

He was always the center of attention.

No one was safe around his weapon.

Akam, these are all freedom fighters,
they knew your father very well.

Tell me, did Swara die of cancer?

No, he had a cardiac arrest.

His heart stopped beating.

Akam, that's what I said.

- Rest his soul.
- Rest in peace.

Do you want one?

No thank you.
I used to smoke.

- Only if ...
- If?

- If the occasion arose?
- Yeah.

So, not usually?

Not on a daily basis, no.

So you're what we would
call a "habitual smoker"?

Yes.

Or... I was.

But...

I promise not to tell anyone.

It stays between us.

It's not easy to say what would
happen to Miranda, if anything at all.

But let's say she gets
charged with human trafficking.

Is it that bad?

Yes, she's technically hiding
a criminal, so...

Right.

But what happens with you now?

What?

Your boss strictly told you
not to tell anyone.

You've actually broken the law.

- We had a deal.
- Really?

I haven't signed anything.

If I can't trust you to keep a secret,
I'd simply have to kill you.

What are you guys doing next time?

I asked if she wants to go for a hike.

- Go for a hike?
- Yes.

- You don't even have boots.
- Yes, I do.

- You do?
- Yes.

But be careful.
Don't bring her to your house.

Uncle, I'm meeting a friend in an hour.

Go, but come back soon.

Pernille?

- Stian?
- What's up?

Have you seen the "børste"
we use to clean dishes?

- The brush?
- Yes!

- I threw it away.
- What?

I bought a sponge, it's better.

- Can I ask you something?
- Yes.

How did you end up working in UDI?

Well, I don't like foreigners.

So...

What about me?

Do you like me?

You're not a foreigner.

It was quite random really.

But...

It's something that has
a big impact on people's lives.

Those who work in this section
should be dedicated,

to making sure that everyone gets a
fair assessment of their case.

Yes.

So that people who have a right
to protection, actually get it.

- What do you work with specifically?
- I...

Work in something called "control".

What does that mean?

Well, that means...
deportation cases and stuff.

- Are you cold?
- No, not really.

- I told you to bring more firewood.
- You know what?

The firewood is on you,
if you want to be such a boy scout.

- Which you clearly are.
- Yes, and you're clearly not.

No, I...
I used to be a dancer.

Oh, what kind?

It was a bit of everything, actually.

- Cool.
- I don't know how cool it was, but...

There are lots of trees here.

I could just...

- Chop some.
- It's not allowed.

But there's nobody here, so...

Okay, let the boy scout do it then.

Where do you live?

In the old town.

- Do you like it?
- Yes.

It's just a bit annoying that
the windows face the train tracks.

But other than that...

Where do you live?

- In Tøyen.
- Okay, where exactly?

Tøyen square.

- Oh, in middle of the square?
- Yes.

Okay.

- In one of the small flower boxes?
- Yeah, almost.

- I was just kidding.
- Me too.

Yes!

- That was really good.
- No, it was horrible.

This is where I live.

- Are you okay?
- Yes.

Just give me a second.

Okay.

Let's see.

Does it smell like milk?

Haven't you heard?

Norwegians smell like milk,
because we drink a lot of it.

Smells more like...

Potato.

Potato?

- You're calling me a potato?
- Yes.

What do I smell like?

It's a mix of different things.

Okay, I'm curious.

Sunflower seeds, dates, saffron.

Dates?

Okay.
Now I know you're racist.

Okay, no problem.
I'll talk to him later.

No, my dear.
Don't take that road.

I've been through it.
I know how difficult that road is.

You don't understand what I'm saying!

Darling, smugglers are greedy.
They only want to fill their pockets.

We had a pregnant lady with us.

Her stomach almost
reached up to her mouth.

They wouldn't let her pass
until she gave birth.

Only to charge
her for one extra person.

Akam?

Akam, open the door!
What happened?

I'm talking to you, son.
Tell me what happened.

- Can you guys please be quiet?
- Sorry.

Akam, talk to me.

Why didn't you tell me
you're staying here?

What do you mean?

Why didn't you tell me
you plan to stay in Norway?

Huh?

- I'm sorry, Akam.
- Why?

- I've applied for a residence permit.
- What?

I can't return back to my home.

Why?

It's not an easy matter.
I have my reasons.

I'm awaiting some documents,
to get things in order...

Uncle, please tell me.

You're here legally, right?

Uncle.

Answer me!
Are you here legally or not?

Akam, don't worry.
I'm going to leave.

- The police could arrest me!
- Why should the police arrest you?

I'm hiding you, like a trafficker.

So what?
We're family, uncle and nephew.

Uncle and nephew?
How do I know you are my uncle?

How do I know we're family?

Akam, you should be ashamed.
It doesn't suit you to talk like this.

- There is no shame!
- This doesn't suit you!

You're using me to get into Europe!

Akam!
Don't raise your voice at me.

I'm sorry.

Take me to Hussein's place.

Uncle, I didn't mean to...

If you're so worried,
it's better for me to stay at Hussein's.

- Hi.
- Yes?

Can you come with me for a second?

What's up?

Have you seen my sourdough starter?

- The one in the glass jar?
- The one in the glass, yes.

Listen.

I've already looked there.

And I have noticed that Jens is...

He's not snooping around, but...

You can't throw away
other people's stuff, right.

- I've cultivated it...
- Is it this one?

What the hell?

This is the one! Thank you.

Thanks.

But how ...

How long is he staying?
Because it's been two weeks now.

He's leaving now.

Right now?

Now?
He doesn't have to leave right now.

It's a communication thing, you know...

For God's sake let him stay!

It's all about communication, right.

- But Stian.
- I just want to...

Stian, you're not listening to me!

He's leaving now.
So we're done.

- Okay.
- Yes, bye.

Just let him know it's been
a pleasure getting to know him.

- Hello?
- Hi, it's Elina. Are you busy?

No, it's fine.

Okay. It's just that...

I didn't actually plan to call you, but...

This might be a little weird.

You know that message
I sent earlier today?

Oh, yes?

I wrote that I think you're sweet,

and I put a little too much
into the fact that you haven't replied.

- So I was wondering if...
- If I think you're sweet too?

Ehm... Yes.

And it sounds very silly right now.
But...

I also think so.

- Think what?
- That you're sweet.

Okay, oh my god.

That's fine.
We'll switch sides.

We went the wrong way.
Let's go back.

Listen, I have to go.
But maybe we can meet tonight?

- Sure.
- Okay, should we say around nine?

- Yeah, okay.
- Okay.

Cool.

Then I'll send you the address.

I think it's made in China.

What are you saying, it's original.
I paid a lot of money for it.

Okay, Hussein,
but is this the only color?

No, it has a lot of colors!

- There! It changed.
- Wow, it's beautiful.

It's because of the children.

They go around touching things
and end up damaging it.

- Wow! It shows a thousand colors.
- I told you so!

Alright then...

With your permission,
I will leave you guys.

Where?

- I have an appointment.
- What appointment?

- Daddy?
- Yes, is that you, my dear?

- Is this pretty little girl yours?
- Yes, she's mine.

What a pretty little girl.
A beautiful flower, God bless you.

- Say thanks, my girl.
- Thanks.

- How old is she?
- She's eight.

I wish her a long life.

- Dad?
- Yes, dear.

Can I have some cake?

Darling, you've been eating
a lot of sweets lately.

Your mother will return soon and
cook us some delicious food,

which we will enjoy together.

Now my leg has gone numb. Please go to
your room and do your homework.

- Alright.
- So I was saying, dear Khdr.

There was also
another place for tourists...

I think it was
"Otropoli" or "Motropoli".

- I think it's Acropolis.
- Acropolis. God bless you.

Acropolis. I don't know if you've ever
been there?

No, Hussein. You know my situation.
I cannot travel, my brother.

Well then, I'm very into travelling.

I love it.
I want to travel all the time.

But this year,
I had to return earlier.

Because I've bought a new house.
It has three floors.

One floor is for renting out.

It has a garage.

A big yard...

You know something,
I'm really happy to hear these things.

Really.

I'm happy you've managed to...

establish a life for you and your family.
Perhaps with more than is needed.

I hope the same
will happen for you, dear Khdr.

The truth is, I think ...

The most important thing is good health
and staying true to one self.

Well, dear Khdr,
what you're saying is true, but...

Do you mean that
I shouldn't treat myself?

No one is telling you
not to treat yourself, my brother.

But as they said in the old days...

"Money is like dirt on your hand,
a little wind could blow it away."

Khdr.

After all the misery I've been through,
I just want to enjoy life.

You know well that we
Peshmergas have a different past.

We fought for the rights of our people.
Just like your father, Akam.

That's the reason you
live in Norway today.

Thank you for your service. No one is
denying you fought for our rights.

But know that,
no one can clap with one hand.

Ordinary people sacrificed
themselves as well.

One with a pencil, one behind
prison bars, one by the rope.

One in the streets, one took a bullet
to his chest. What about them?

Dear Khdr, those people had a
warm and comfortable home to live in.

We were the ones

who fought under the threat of bombs and
bullets, day and night.

So, you want to compare us,
the partisans, and the common man?

My brother, nobody is
denying what you guys have done.

- Uncle.
- But...

My dear friend.

You were a Peshmerga,
you should know this.

What is a Peshmerga
without the people?

If someone didn't feed you, give you
water, hide you, give you intel...

How could you keep fighting
in those mountains?

Why do you only see yourself,
and no one else?

I'm certain other Peshmergas
don't think the way you do.

What you're saying
is very wrong, my brother.

Peshmerga and the people
are like fish and water.

You can't separate them.
Do you understand?

And I, I am the people.

Khdr, this was not my intention.
Come sit down.

- Akam, let's go.
- Khdr!

Where are you going?
Don't make such a big deal of it.

This was not my intention.

Hi.

Who is this?
Do you know her?

One of your roommates let me in.

I'm sorry.
All of a sudden something came up.

- It's fine.
- Akam, is this your girlfriend?

Who's your friend?

Sorry, this turned out to be

a strange first meeting, but...

Let me introduce you.

This is Elina.

This is my father.

Yes.

- Hello.
- Hi.

- Nice to meet you.
- He doesn't speak Norwegian.

Right.

- Can you translate?
- Sure. What did you say?

- I said it was nice to meet him.
- Right.

- She says she's happy to meet you.
- I'm happy as well.

- He says likewise.
- Yes.

What's her job?

He asks what you do for work.

Right.

Well, you know that.

She washes dishes at a restaurant.

Tell her to come inside for tea.

No, she doesn't want to.

How do you know?
You didn't ask her.

No, uhm...

I know she doesn't want to.

- So Norwegians don't drink tea?
- No.

Tea.

- Is he inviting me for tea?
- Nah...

Can I use the rest room?
I really have to pee.

Absolutely. It's down the hall.

Why do you invite strangers inside?

You said you knew her.
Why shouldn't I invite her for tea?

Do you know where she works?

- You said she washes dishes.
- She works at UDI.

- Where?
- UDI.

If I hadn't lied just now, they would have
sent you right back to Iran.

Can you stop playing the host?

Now, if you don't want to
drink tea with the police,

please go into that room,
while I make up another lie.

Did something happen?

I'm sorry, Elina.
I don't have time to drink tea right now.

There's just a lot going on, and...

I don't have the time to see you.

- Okay.
- So maybe...

- So you don't want to see me?
- It's not like that ...

Is it because you're busy right now,
or in general?

It's because I'm busy.

Why can't you just...

Tell me what's going on?

- You saw my father...
- Yes?

I don't know how to tell you this.

He's actually...

I get that it's complicated.

But that's fine...

He doesn't like that
I'm dating a Norwegian girl.

- Are you joking?
- No, I'm not joking.

In that case,
you're a very bad liar.

What do you mean?

Is that why he invited me for tea?

If you don't like me and don't want
to see me anymore, then just say so.

Instead of...

- Blaming it on him.
- I'm not blaming him.

But if it's another reason,

which I understand is difficult to say,
to me especially.

Then that's fine, because...

I like you anyway.

I think you like
me more than I like you.

Okay.

She knows.

Forget that for a second.

How did you become
friends with the police?

I had a life before you came.

I know.
I didn't come to ruin your life.

She knows you're here illegally,
and that I'm helping you.

- How?
- She knows! I know she knows.

You know what?

From now on,
you're not leaving this room.

That's ridiculous.
What if I need the toilet, or smoke?

You might as well put me in chains
and leave me in that corner.

You can smoke,
and you can go to the bathroom.

But you won't leave this apartment.

Why are you even here?

Why am I here?
Because of my misery, that's why.

Misery? Because you don't have nightclubs
at home?

Akam?

Hi. I just wanted to say
I'm going to my parents' house.

Why?

Is your uncle going to stay here?

Where is Stian?

He went to the cabin.

And my uncle?

I don't know, but he's not here.

- He's not home?
- No.

Uncle?

Excuse me,
what is the name of your internet?

Our internet...

- "No friend".
- What?

- "No friend".
- Could you bring us some tea, brother?

At your service.

- Can you type in the password?
- "But the mountains".

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

- Welcome.
- Thanks.

- Uncle?
- Yes.

Let's go home.

I just came, sit down.

- Sit down.
- Sit down, Akam.

As I said right before Khdr came,

the situation back home
is truly miserable.

You can't even buy a kilo of tomatoes
to feed your family.

- Tomato, the round red thing that you eat.
- I know.

Also the prisons are packed with people.

And another thing, people are working
from sunrise to nightfall.

They are talking about the system in Iran.
I think you call it economy?

When did you become a teacher, Khdr?

I'm not a teacher.
I just want to make sure he understands.

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

Excuse me, can I get the "regning"?

- What did he say?
- He wants to pay the bill.

When did you
become such a rooster

who underestimates their elders?

What do you mean?

What I mean is that you suddenly
popped up like a mushroom.

Did you understand, Akam?

What did he say?

He said...

I think the poor guy is struggling a bit.

No. Akam speaks Kurdish very well.

I agree with you here.

Let's not forget that
he grew up here.

Many of these kids don't even
speak a word of their mother tongue.

Akam is different from the other kids.

This guy is like a walking dictionary.

His vocabulary is so sharp,
he could go hunting with it.

He wouldn't catch anything though.

What was your name again?

Can I speak anonymously?

That's okay,
but where are you calling from?

- The old town.
- Okay.

If you know of someone who's
staying in the country illegally,

we would like to have
this person's address.

Hello?

Why aren't you in bed, uncle?

It says you had to leave
this country two days ago.

That's right.

"Sabir Salehi".

It's a cover name.

Some months ago, I was at home
drinking tea with my wife and the girls.

Suddenly, we heard gunshots.

We heard it from all directions.

We were scared.

After a while, as the sound of guns
died down...

Suddenly...

Someone knocked on our door.

I thought it was the neighbors.
Really.

I went to the door,

and when I opened it, I saw a young man,
about your age, covered in blood

standing by the door.

By his looks and his clothes

I was sure he was a Peshmerga.

- You know what a Peshmerga is, right?
- Yes, my father was one.

That's right.

He asked me to hide him
inside my house.

At the time, I didn't think about

what might happen
to me and my family if I hid him.

So I let him in.

But we didn't notice the drops of
blood he left outside our door.

Two days later,
I was ratted out by government people.

They came into our house,
and in front of your aunt and the girls

they started insulting and beating me,
before dragging me into a car.

"Admit that you've helped Peshmerga."

"Admit that you're a member
of the opposition party."

"Listen up guys! I'm a poor merchant,
I have nothing to do with politics."

After a while,
your poor aunt and some relatives

gathered enough money
so I could get out on parole.

I knew they would
continue to give me trouble.

So I talked with your aunt
and we decided that I should leave them.

And in any way I can,
get out before they catch me again.

I stayed in the villages around
Urmia for a couple of days

before I found someone who could take
me across the border to Turkey,

and then straight to Istanbul.

- What happened in Istanbul?
- I saw some weird things there, Akam.

Even though we were still in Istanbul,

one guy dyed his hair yellow
in order to look like a European.

Two weeks later, they put us
in a car they called dolmish.

They put thirteen people
into that dolmish.

Everyone squeezed together.
It was hard to breathe.

We drove for several hours,
until we reached the border between

Turkey and Greece.

We got out of the car.
Police were patrolling the border.

When the police left their post,
the smugglers gave us a signal to come.

So we went to the water.

Hurry up!

- By the water, they hid belems.
- Belem?

Belems on the water. Boats.

They brought us over
to Greece on these boats.

And then I crossed
border after border,

until I reached
this godforsaken place.

- Norway.
- Yes.

What did you do
when you got here then?

I immediately registered
at the police station.

They interrogated me
for five or six hours.

"Why did you come?"
"What is your purpose?"

"How did you get here?"
"Why can't you return home?"

Then they brought me to an asylum
for three or four days.

After that, they moved me to another
asylum where I stayed for about a month.

I waited for answers.
Am I getting accepted or not?

After a while,
I received a letter saying:

"Unfortunately, your application
has been rejected."

"Not approved."

It didn't take long
before I got another rejection.

Eventually,
as I was waiting for the final answer...

the deportation order came.

I had no option
but to run from the asylum.

Cash? That's fine.

Let's see.

I'll give you 50 back,
and call it even.

Thank you.

Khdr.

- My name is Jens.
- Jans?

- Jens.
- Thank you, Jens.

I haven't done anything criminal.

I helped out a fellow compatriot in need,
and I don't regret it.

Why didn't you tell me
this from the start?

Can't you see your lies affect
yourself and those around you?

Akam, I am not a liar.

They gave me no choice but to lie.

To be honest with you...

I was worried that...

Something would slip out of
your mouth and get me into trouble.

But now that I think about it,
I feel like I was wrong.

I wish I told you the first day.

You know what?
I'm calling Elina.

- No, what are you doing?
- Why not?

No, my dear.

If the police find out I'm hiding here,
I'm finished. Don't do it.

But that's not right.
You're a refugee.

Dear Akam.

This is the good thing about this country.
Everyone trusts the authorities.

But because I'm not a Peshmerga,

they can't take my word for it.
I need to provide proof and documents.

I have to prove that
my life really is in danger.

And it's their right.

I've been a burden to you all this time.

You're saying this now?

- Akam?
- Hi, mom.

- You called?
- Yes, I was worried.

Why?

The police called.
They said they had tried to reach you.

Police? Why?
What did they say?

They mentioned a Sabir Salehi.
Do you know this person?

- No, what did you tell them?
- I said I don't know any Sabir.

I only know a Khdr,
and he is in Oslo with my son.

- Why did you say that?!
- Why are you so upset?

Akam?

- I think the police is here, uncle!
- How do you know?

Who else would it be at this time?

- It could be your roommates.
- Nobody's home, they have left.

- I think they know you're here.
- Calm down. Take it easy.

- Go and tell them nobody's here.
- So you want me to lie?

What choice do we have?

If you don't want me
to be sent back and executed,

please, go and make up another lie.

What are you waiting for?
Go!

Uncle.

- Go and hide yourself.
- Stop worrying and go!

Hi.

- Hi, are you Akam Piroti?
- Yes.

We're from the police and
would like to ask you some questions.

Can we come in?

- Yes, of course.
- Thank you.

Should we sit down somewhere?

Can we talk in the kitchen?

- Yes.
- It's a bit messy here.

Do you live here alone?

No, I live with two others
named Pernille og Stian.

Are they home?

No, Stian is at the cabin
and Pernille is at her parents'.

Okay, I see.

Is there someone else here?

- No, only me.
- Right.

Do you know someone
named Sabir Salehi?

No, who's that?

- Is it okay if we sit down?
- Absolutely, have a seat.

You see, we just want to
have a chat with Sabir Salehi.

And we've received
information that he might be here.

It's possible that you
know him under another name.

It's common that asylum seekers who are

registered in another country on their way
to Norway, change their identity

so they don't get sent back to the country
they just came from.

Right.

But speaking of this Sabir Salehi,
is it possible that he's your uncle?

Yes.

But I don't know where he is.

That's totally fine.
When did you see him last?

Yesterday.

Yesterday?
So you know him quite well then?

No, I don't really know him.

But you said
you met him yesterday?

- He came to visit a couple of days ago.
- Right.

But if we forget about yesterday, Akam.

Have you ever met him before that?

When I visited my home country
as a child.

But it was so long ago.
I don't remember anything.

Can I ask where you were born, Akam?

I was born in Kurdistan.

Iraq.

Do you have any contact
with your Iraqi family today?

- My family is from the Iranian part.
- Your Iranian family, I'm sorry.

Look, I don't speak Persian nor Arabic.
I speak Kurdish.

I see.

But what does this
have to do with my uncle?

Your uncle is not at the address
he's registered to with the police.

That makes us curious about his
whereabouts.

So we just want to talk to him.

I see, but I really don't know
where he is.

Do you usually drink tea by yourself,
Akam?

I had a lady friend over.

She doesn't like sleeping over,
so she went home.

I see.

Could we take a closer look at the
apartment? Is that okay with you?

Can I refuse?

Unfortunately, you can't.

This warrant gives us permission
to inspect your apartment.

As we've observed Sabir
outside this place.

But you can just sit here, while my
colleague inspects the apartment.

Everything is in order here.

Great. Thanks for the chat.

Get in touch if you hear anything,
and we'll take it from there.

Yes, will do.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

- Uncle?
- Akam!

Are you here?

What happened?

I jumped out of the window.
Are they still up there?

No. Are you okay?

Do you need to go to the hospital?

Go to the hospital in my situation?

- Let's go inside.
- No.

Let's go to Hussein's café.
He will meet us there.

Okay.

Careful.

Okay, wait.

Wait.

Come.

Akam, isn't that the police?

Why are you acting like
you're in a Bollywood movie?

I don't think they're after us.

Okay, let's go this way.

Come in.

Akam.

I need to thank you.

- I haven't done anything.
- You've helped me a lot.

For several weeks you have kept me hidden
without informing the police.

- What are we going to do now?
- Don't worry, Akam.

I'll look after your uncle
and solve his problems.

How?

Getting into Norway is difficult,
your uncle knows.

But getting out should be easy.

What we should do now is...

Okay, let's hear
your modern fairy tales.

Who wants to go first?

Okay.

- Which one did you pick?
- The three Billy Goats Gruff.

Hey, it's nothing to laugh about.

I'm excited to hear your version.
Start when you're ready.

Here's the deal.

Once upon a time
three goats lived on a farm.

A little baby goat, a mom goat
and a dad goat.

One day, dad goat heard news
that they were up for butchering.

And then he thought:

"Fuck that,
ain't nobody gonna butcher me!"

- So he gathered the family for a talk...
- How can they talk without a language?

How do you know
they don't have a language?

Just because they're animals,
you think they don't communicate?

Anyways. Dad goat says:

- "Ey, listen up!
I'm not letting these fuckers butcher us.

Let's get outta here."

Mom goat says: "I agree!"

Baby goat says nothing, because it
doesn't speak the language yet.

So one night,
while the shepherd is sleeping,

the goats run away.

After a long journey,
they arrive in Oslo.

It's a huge shock for them.

They're not used to lots of humans.

On the farm there are
only goats and one human, you see?

Then some jerk starts talking to them.

"What are you guys doing here?"

In order to not get caught,
the goats start running.

They run to Karl Johan's street.

Suddenly, a dude comes out
from one of the stores.

Dad goat says:
"Look who's coming!"

- And you know who's coming?
- Who?

The shepherd, bro.

The goats run towards
the subway station.

When they get there,
dad goat says:

"We have to get back to the farm."

"And get butchered?"
says mom goat.

"Hell no!"

But here's the thing.

While they were in the city,

the humans built a highway
between Oslo and the village.

So to get back,
they have to cross it.

A highway with many big trucks,
driving really fast.

Dad goat looks at the
other side and says:

"Damn bro, that grass is green!"

Mom goat tries holding him back.

She is yelling:
"Don't go, it's dangerous!"

Baby goat gets upset
and starts crying.

He says: "Papa, papa!"

Dad goat starts
walking towards the road.

He looks to the right,
no cars in sight.

He looks to the left,
no cars in sight.

He walks towards the village.

When he gets to
the middle of the road,

he turns around
to face his family.

He thinks to himself:

"Should I turn around and go back,
or should I keep going?"

Fuck it, he keeps going.

But as he takes his next step...

A huge truck comes along
and smashes him!

Yes, unfortunately...

A huge truck just offed him.
What you gonna do?

- So the buck died?
- What's buck?

- The dad.
- What did I tell you?

If a huge truck comes at you
full speed on a highway,

what do you think is gonna happen?
He got shredded, bro.

And then they lived
happily ever after.

Yes, let's give a round of applause
for Marko and that wonderful story.

- Hi mom.
- Hello, my son.

Take off your shoes first.

- How are you?
- I'm fine, how are you?

- Welcome home.
- Thank you.

I want to apologize
for how I behaved.

I just wanted to protect him.

I understand.

That's big of you.

I don't know.

I really wish I could have
helped you in some way.

- It's not your responsibility.
- No, but...

It wasn't yours either. Or ...

What do I know?

But how does the story end?

The story?

With Miranda and her aunt.

- Right.
- What happens in the end?

Miranda and her aunt
separate at some point.

And...

Miranda often think about
the time they spent together.

All their conversations.

- The places.
- Yes.

Hello?

Hello?

But she still has hope that...

I don't know.

That her aunt will leave her a sign,
or a message.

To reassure Miranda
that she is doing fine.