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my angel

My angel...

I need to tell you something that time, before you existed.

Your dad was a magician.

His speciality was disappearances.

We loved each other very much.

My baby.

You are wonderful, my angel.

I always want you with me.

No one will give you can take away.

You must learn to eat properly.

You're a big boy now.

That's it, my angel.

You must open your mouth wide, to say the letter "O".

You must use your mouth make a circle.

Like this:

Like in "Pooooo".

Now write it.

A circle, like your mouth.

That's it, my angel.

Very good. You write the "O" very well.

Now the letter "S".

Like in "Mysteries".

Just like you, my angel.

No one should ever know, thatssss itsss you.

"Secrets"...

There you go.

That's it! - "Secret"...

"Secret"...

Mum! Look!

You cheat!

When I was little,

my parents took me always in a hut.

We arrived via a road, which led into the forest.

At first I was afraid of the trees.

I thought that people hide in the depths of the forest,

in the shade behind the trees.

And then we came to a clearing.

There stood the small hut.

And behind the hut...

was a small lake.

We often arrived late...

when the sun was already setting.

And we went swimming together.

The water was very lukewarm.

Will you teach me?

Swimming is wonderful.

You float.

It's as if you were fly through the air.

Blow.

Bravo! Happy birthday, my angel!

What are you doing?

There are people down there. - There are people down there.

These are the normal people.

You can never...

You must never talk to them!

Why? - Because they would be afraid.

Why?

You can see them,

but they will can never see.

So they would be afraid of you.

Mum?

How is it, to see yourself in a mirror?

I don't know.

It is difficult.

It's a little, as if you were seeing someone else.

Tell me more from the hut at the lake.

Later, my angel.

Mum is tired.

Mum, the little girl is still there.

She looks over here.

Mum?

Sun.

Shadows.

Sun.

Shadows.

Sun.

Cold.

Warm.

Hello!

It's not very nice, not to say hello.

Hello.

I've never seen you before. - You see me?

Not with my eyes.

But I hear you and I can smell your smell.

I like it when you play the piano. - I can't play the piano.

I always press the same tone.

I love that tone.

My name is Madeleine. And yours?

My angel.

Is that your real name? - Yes.

That's what my mother calls me.

That's pretty, my angel. - That's pretty, my angel.

Can you do a little come closer to me?

Come closer.

Are you scared?

Give me your hand.

You have very soft skin.

You too.

I have to go.

Otherwise, my mother will be worried.

You promise, to visit me again?

I have no boyfriend.

Me neither.

Do you want to be my friend?

Yes!

You smell very nice, my angel, I'll wait for you.

Mum.

I have a girlfriend.

Her name is Madeleine.

What will become of you, when I won't be around anymore?

Before I saw the others,

I had never asked myself, whether I really exist.

Does my hand exist?

Madeleine cannot see her hand either.

And yet I know, that it exists because I see it.

Means to feel that you exist, that you really exist?

Madeleine...

It's me.

I was afraid no longer come to visit.

I've seen you every day viewed from the window.

Can I stroke your face?

Okay.

Are you beautiful?

I don't know. - You have a very beautiful voice.

You must be beautiful.

You are beautiful, Madeleine.

Very, very nice.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

Six.

Seven.

Eight.

Nine.

Ten!

You're smart, but I'll find you anyway.

I'd take your smell can be found everywhere.

Six.

Seven.

Eight.

Nine.

Ten.

Four.

Five.

Six.

Seven.

Eight.

Nine.

Ten.

Found!

Catch me.

Kiss me again.

I would like to try to feel, when you look at me.

Look me in the eyes.

Now look somewhere else.

There.

Are you looking at that?

Yes.

Now there.

Yes.

Look me in the eye again.

Can you feel it?

I think so.

I love looking at you.

Tell me what you see.

Your hair looks red in the light.

Red...

But in some places the red is darker.

Are there different types of red?

Yes.

But what makes the red red?

That one can say of two colours, that they are both red?

I don't know.

Maybe just the word red.

What else do you see in my hair?

Some parts are transparent.

How is transparent?

When you can see through it.

Seeing through...

How, when I use my hand through your hair.

Tell me more.

Your eyebrows are narrow.

Your cheeks are a little bit rosy.

Pink...

On your cheeks are a few small hairs of golden down.

I like it when you look at me.

It is like a very delicate touch.

It gets a little bit warm.

And you?

What do you feel?

It feels warm in my chest.

And I feel a lump in my stomach. - And when you look at yourself in the mirror...

How's that?

It is difficult to say.

It's a bit, as if you were seeing someone else.

Then it's a little warm too?

No.

With one it is colder.

Mum?

Mum?

Hello.

Did you talk to me?

Is it you?

Did you come back?

It's me, Mom.

My angel.

Once upon a time,

a very long time ago,

a young prince, who lived alone deep in a forest.

He lived alone,

because everyone had forgotten, that he had once been a prince.

Even he himself had forgotten it.

And then one day a terrible winter.

A winter that was so cold, that at the end of every night

small frozen birds could pick up,

the dozens of had fallen to the ground,

like apples, but with feathers.

And then, in the middle of this winter,

he met a girl, who had lost his way.

A young girl, who had been a princess,

but she had also forgotten that.

I really like that sound, when the rain stops

and the floor is wet.

Do you hear how different the silence sounds after the rain?

Did you give silence have you ever really listened?

Close your eyes.

Look, I'm...

I have given you to announce some good news.

I'm going away, to have my eyes operated.

The doctors think the chances are good, that I can see again.

Then I could finally see you.

Are you crying, my angel?

How long will you be gone? - I'll be back soon,

in a few months.

Will you wait for me?

Yeah, I'll wait for you.

Always.

That will give me strength.

Will you think of me a lot?

Every second, every minute, every day.

Do not cry. We still have a whole week to go.

I am a little scared.

What if you then don't like what you see?

I love everything about you.

Your voice,

your skin,

your smell,

your taste.

And I'm sure, that I'm gonna like your face,

your body.

I want us to just stay like this.

Without saying anything.

Okay?

Okay.

Now close your eyes.

I love you.

I love you.

Louise?

You have received a letter.

7 December.

Dear angel, I miss you very much.

I can't write yet, therefore I have

asked a nice nurse, to write for me.

I think of you and that gives me courage.

The operations take longer than expected.

There were complications.

Since I can't find out about you, I want to believe that you're okay.

That gives me the strength to persevere.

The beautiful face of my angel.

You are kind, my angel.

Come to me.

Remember the cabin?

There you have to hide, when I am no longer here.

Close your eyes now.

Let's have a little sleep together like this.

Mum?

Mum?

Mum?

So days went by.

Then weeks.

Then months.

Then years.

And then finally...

Madeleine came back.

My angel

My angel, I'm back.

I don't know where I can find you.

If you are watching this message,

show yourself.

22 February.

I am now beginning to dream in colour.

I had a dream about you the other day.

You were very beautiful.

I have desired you very much.

Dear Madeleine,

I've waited so long for you, that I'm scared now.

My angel!

I'd like you see again as before.

Would you agree, to keep your eyes closed?

At least once?

My angel?

Are you there? - I'm here.

Did you close your eyes? - Did you close your eyes?

Come.

Guide me.

Come to me.

Your smell has changed.

It is still the same, but still different.

He still makes me quite dazed.

May I?

Yes.

It's so soft.

Tell me what it was like,

when you started to see.

Nothing was like that, as I had imagined.

Before, I always thought, you see around things.

Like when you put a face or touches an object.

But you can always only see a page.

If you want to see the rest,

you have to go around it.

When I was a little girl I threw a ball,

he was gone as soon as he was beyond the reach of my hands.

And then when he came back, it was like magic.

Later I realized, that the ball was still there.

I understood, that he existed outside of me.

That seemed strange to me.

Suddenly the world was full of Walls and objects,

which continued to exist, although they were no longer were within the reach of my hands.

It took me a long time, to get used to it.

In my room there was no mirror.

So one day I snuck in out into the corridor.

I went to the bathroom...

and a young girl looked at me strangely.

As I approached her,

she also came towards me.

I smiled at her.

She smiled back.

Only then did I realise that it was me.

I had not imagined myself like this.

I have found out, that something big is happening,

when you look into the eyes of another.

Remember how we hide played when we were little?

You always win.

Later I understood, that you let me win,

while I believed, to have hidden me.

But you always found me.

Your sense of smell and your hearing were incredible.

Are you ready?

Yes.

I'll guide you.

Now turn to the right.

Slowly.

Sit on the edge.

Now you can open your eyes.

That's nice.

Look to the left, there's my mother's cabin.

My angel?

Come to me.

I think this is a nice place, to look at you for the first time.

No, not now. Please, not here.

Then tell me when.

Tonight.

Come sit with me.

Madeleine?

Would you love me, if I was blonde?

Of course.

And if I...

was orange?

Of course.

What if I didn't have any colour at all? - Oh, yes, I would love you.

I will now put my hand on top of yours.

Don't look now.

Now watch.

Oh, no...

Madeleine.

Madeleine, please.

Don't.

When I close my eyes,

then it is, like I can see you.

I will live with my eyes closed, if need be.

My angel?

Are you there?

If you're there, talk to me.

My angel?!

You are the first and only human, except my mother,

that made me feel, that I exist.

But I knew that from that day on that you could see,

would become invisible again.

Transparent.

When you see through me...

That hurts me.

When I saw you so unhappy earlier,

I hated myself so much, that I would have preferred never to have existed.

That's why I'm asking you to do something:

I do, that you'll be happy without me.

That will give me the strength, to be happy without you.

I will never forget you.

But please...

forget about me.

Your angel.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

Six.

Seven.

Eight.

My angel?

Nine.

I know you're there.

Let me come to you.

Please.

I want to feel you on me.

That's enough.

We will stay together, forever.

I will love you as you are.

Look me in the eyes very firmly.

Can you feel it? Can you feel me looking at you?

Yes.

I feel it too, my angel.

Inside me I feel your eyes, looking at me.

That's nice.

It is warm.

Like the warmth of your skin.

In my stomach it also becomes quite warm.

I love you.

I love you too.

What will we do now, Madeleine?

I will get used to it, not to see you with open eyes,

instead of you with your eyes closed not to be seen.

And until that works, we'll think of something else.

I could do your make-up, to see your face.

Close your eyes.

Oh, that's weird.

I will study again to feel you...

as in the past.

Hopefully it is not invisible.

Or invisible and blind.

We could give a magic performance, to earn our living.

And above all...

Above all, I will give you teach swimming.

Swimming is wonderful.

You float.

It's as if you were fly through the air.