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When it's raining, there's always a drop behind my glasses.

A wrinkle under one of my eyes.

I used to have a perfectly smooth face and only be as tall as my legs are now.

And thoroughly righteous.

Until the summer of 1935, when I was about to turn seven,

I must have been the most righteous person in the world.

Much later I've been thinking, "What luck that lies exist."

Imagine if everything you heard was true.

Maybe it didn't all start with a street singer singing "O Sole Mio".

But that's how I remember things.

Gustav Adolf!

He's not here.

I didn't like sharing Alma, but I didn't know it at the time.

I was afraid to lose her and the tingly feeling that grew

when I pressed my face against her soft thighs

and felt the warm scent of wool, Danishes, and sweet pea,

which tied me so strongly to her.

-Do I have soot on my face? -Yeah, right there.

I'd get a Danish or a penny when she'd babysit me,

and I'd be on the lookout.

You whore!

You're so good at legs, Axel.

Is there anything I'm not good at?

Nothing, Axel. How could you think that?

It's the teeth. Look!

Yeah, you do have great teeth, Axel.

Nobody ever dared to say otherwise.

It's not easy for Gustav Adolf and me.

We're not great with legs.

Look. It's all meat.

You're sweet, Axel.

You can be so sweet.

God damn it, stop praising me constantly. It's just my nature.

But otherwise, you don't sound too smart.

Whatever.

Everyone does it.

Several people at the factory do it.

-You don't know what you're saying. -On Sundays.

Those kinds of people put themselves in all kinds of danger.

-But it seems like they enjoy it. -Enjoy it?

Disgusting.

It's fucking unnatural.

It's modern.

You'll get arthritis.

-The sun is still warm. -Jesus.

You're jumping into ice cold water.

Disgusting.

Sure.

And then they lay down in the sand like camels in the Sahara.

That's the thing, we're not camels, buddy.

And to expose yourself to the sun, like I did in the Pampas.

But we tried to avoid the sun. Sun is meant to be had in small doses.

Let them risk their lives for their own foolishness,

and we'll do it for ours.

Axel!

If the sun was as dangerous as my dad claimed,

we were safe.

The sun never hit our house.

Occasionally, the sunlight reflected in a window on the opposite top floor.

But at Grandpa's in Scania, it was always sunny.

He was the world's best trumpet player.

At least in Scania.

My dad was special.

He was a blacksmith

and worked far, far away in a place called Amager.

He was the biggest and strongest man in the world.

He was also really old. He was almost 50.

He knows everything about all things, including that my mom knew nothing.

Listen, Svea.

Did you know that the main portion of a whale's diet consists of plankton?

They're the world's biggest mammals.

Yeah, they are huge.

There, rinse yourself off.

Plankton. You hear?

-Plankton… -Yeah. It's awful.

Meat-eating whales exist.

That's damn weird, right?

There's no order in the world. I've always said that.

Svea, listen to this.

This is fabulous, let me tell you.

There's a guy named Pavlov. He puts tubes into dog's throats.

-That's animal cruelty! -No, it's science…

which you don't understand at all.

No, but what am I supposed to do?

Axel, how would you like it if I shoved a tube down your throat,

just because it was science?

Pavlov, he's the guy that came up with the conditioned reflex.

-Understand? -My, they come up with a lot of things.

My mom was also special.

She worked at the bag company of Funen,

and she spoke differently.

She was from Röstånga in Scania and was as pretty as a movie star.

On the wall, he had pictures from the Pampas and the Andes,

where he'd faced the biggest perils.

He lived there for three years. Sometimes five.

I could listen to his stories again and again.

I lived off grapes for a month.

My ribs looked like a picket fence.

That must have been awful.

Awful?

Do you realize that no man would come back with his sanity intact?

No, things were better on the Pampas.

His Pampas-smile pierced my heart.

Then we rode to the nearest town to visit the brothels.

-What are brothels? -It's a hotel for ladies.

Good one, Svea.

We can't. He's six.

Sure. It was a natural thing.

Everything closed for two hours a day.

The men went to the brothel, and the mayor led the charge.

Look at you talk.

Then men wouldn't be able to work after that.

That kind of thing tires a man out.

What do you mean?

That's how men are. And I know what I know.

Tell us the one about eating human flesh.

Not that!

Jesus, the kid needs to toughen up and learn,

in case anything happens.

You need toughening up, right?

Yeah, I waddled around out there for a while

between darkies and seal pups.

Their women had wet skin.

Axel!

-It made a squelch when you touched them. -No!

I might have had descendants with flippers.

Then I became a cook on a ship that beached on a deserted island

that had been torn off Antarctica.

The Captain named it Hope's Island.

He didn't take life too seriously. He paid for it in the end.

It was awful on that island. The crew dropped like flies, flies!

You hear, Svea?

-I think it's terrible. -It was terrible.

Eventually it was just two of us. We didn't have any food.

Then there was a Spaniard.

He suggests that we eat one of the dead.

We found the fattest one, the Captain.

This must end!

-Do you know what he tasted like? -Sweet as chicken.

The kid has a great memory.

-A true genius. -Yes!

I think it's just frightful.

What do you mean?

If I hadn't done it, I'd have been dead.

You'd like that, right?

You're ticking me off!

If I died, who'd keep starvation at bay?

-I make money. -A few coins.

You haven't faced death.

What about the rescue?

An English ship brought us to--

-Commodore Rivaladavera. -Commodore Rivaladavera.

I don't like the fact that you've eaten human flesh.

I'll eat what I damn well please. Nobody treads on me.

-That's what you're trying to do! -Not at all.

Wasn't it you who wanted me?

-Didn't you want a child? -That's what I'm saying.

And we didn't get married until two years after that.

A man needs his time to think, right?

-I need a couple of brews. -Of course!

Send the boy to pick some up at Emilie's.

Yeah.

Come, Gustav Adolf.

Here, Gustav Adolf.

Give my regards to your dad.

Come on, I'll give you an ice cream. Come out.

My world consisted of adults.

I was the only child in the family, but I never missed other children.

I thrived and rarely wanted to leave our apartment.

It was dim and safe.

I preferred to avoid the world.

But if I had to visit Aunt Linea and Uncle Erik,

I went along happily.

I once stayed with them for a week, because they loved me so much.

-When does it start? -Soon.

I had to stay home and play with Gustav Adolf, right?

And you.

-We're not giving you back. -Nope, we're keeping him now.

-I have to go home to Mom and Dad. -Is he allowed any?

-Stalin is the hero of our time. -Like Willy's Adventures?

And he's brilliant, too.

-Tell your Dad I said that. -Erik.

I was the only kid in the building.

Below us were Emilie and her tiny, thin husband, the Shadow.

She owned the dimly lit bar and enjoyed the rare sunshine.

He was a janitor.

Ate cheese for his health, and hated the sun.

Tell your dad we said hi.

A bite of cheese?

Then there was Mrs. Frederiksen.

She loved pretty things.

Also other people's.

She was a kleptomaniac, my dad said.

I thought it had a fancy ring to it.

Oh, how lovely.

On the bottom floor were the Jews. They never went outside.

If Abraham, the son, didn't shop, they'd probably starve to death.

"Margareta's hand rested on his arm that quivered slightly."

"Do you love me, Lad…"

"'Do you love me, Lad?' She asked, trembling."

"Dear, didn't you hear me ask you to be my wife?"

"He stopped her with a kiss. That was easier than a reply."

"He kissed her mouth, neck, hair, and the white trembling shoulders."

"But it wasn't her on his mind."

"It was a young girl with reddish blond hair

like a halo around her pale face."

"The woman who had driven him to do what he did tonight…"

No, Axel!

"…who had driven him to do what he did tonight."

"Proposing to Margareta for the money."

"But these violent kisses had awoken a doubt in Margareta's heart."

"This was really love."

"It was…" No, Axel!

What are you doing, Dad?

I'm just tickling.

"But it…" Axel!

Gustav Adolf! You!

Aren't you tired? Aren't you?

Here comes the mouse It wants to build a house

Tickle, tickle!

Tickle, tickle, tickle.

-Aren't you sleepy? -No!

Axel…

Mom's voice was like music to my ears.

Though I didn't understand everything, I learned a lot of great expressions.

Expressions that would be of use later in my life.

"Alabaster breast."

"Hair of reddish gold."

"The woman who had driven him to do what he did."

"But the sound, when the lights were out, weren't sweet music."

"It was the sound from the box under the bed

that meant sweets and nickels."

"A mouth distorted by lust."

"He kissed her mouth, her neck, her hair,

and her trembling white shoulders."

Alma.

This is the last time.

You always say that.

Come on!

Alma is banging!

If you don't pay, I'll scream.

You think I'm a millionaire?

Whore.

Dad, what's a whore?

-A whore? -Yeah.

It's a woman who likes men.

Brilliant, Svea.

That's the end of that.

But… you like Dad.

And Grandpa. And Erik. And me.

But I'm not what you just said. That's the end of that.

-But-- -Enough.

Gustav Adolf, your mom is certainly not a whore.

Your mom is a very nice lady.

Or a stupid Swedish ham.

What's this?

What is it?

Where did you get that?

Gustav Adolf, I demand an explanation.

Suddenly, I understood what a whore was.

And Alma, my beloved Alma, wasn't allowed to babysit me again.

My mom put me in Rantzaus kindergarten.

A time of spitting and games.

Mostly spitting.

-He's really ugly, right? -Yeah!

Let's play that game?

Open your mouth. Open it!

That's a weird game.

Stay there.

-Do you always play? -Always. It's fun.

My turn. Open wide.

Open your mouth again. It's my turn.

I found it weird, but maybe this was how kids played.

After a week, I cowered whenever people cleared their throat.

Jesus, Svea, the kid has spasms.

Get him to the doctor before it spreads.

It's because he's nervous.

Nervous?

Am I going to die?

What's that nonsense?

The kid has no reason to be nervous.

-Are you nervous? -Yes.

-What? -Or no…

Damn quacks, let me tell you.

On the Pampas, we didn't see them as shit.

-Isn't that right, Gustav Adolf? -Yeah!

Damn doctors.

-Damn doctors. -Bastards.

Bastards. Bunch of monkeys.

The only thing he needs is a bit of fresh air and sun.

-And cheese. -Yeah.

Well, we can go swimming.

Yeah.

Did you say monkeys?

Tomorrow is Sunday. We're going to the zoo.

Did you hear that? The zoo.

-Yippee! -Not "yippee."

It's awoo!

Or else the stupid creatures won't understand.

Ouch, Emilie!

-That's you, Svea. -No!

And look, there's Gustav Adolf.

That's you, Axel.

No. That's me.

Hi, Axel.

What the hell is going on there?

The camel is all tattered.

That's what they look like.

Here.

It's a goddamn sign of animal cruelty.

I don't want to see it again. I'll report it.

Just you wait. Look.

Axel!

That’s how we did it in the Andes.

Axel!

What the hell?

The bastard's a fake!

Axel!

A real llama always spits back.

They love it.

Hey, what's going on? This is a scam!

-What do you mean? -I completely agree.

That's no llama.

Of course it is.

Let me tell you something, I know everything about llamas.

And this so-called zoo uses dressed up sheep! Look.

-You’re out of your mind. -How dare you?

Want to repeat that?

-This is a loony bin. -Come on, Dad!

Come on, Axel, before something happens.

-Let's go see the monkeys. -Monkeys?

They’re right here.

They don't cage them, they hire them here!

-You're being impossible, Axel! -Kiss my ass!

What was that for?

You're as retarded as a sack of Swedish potatoes!

Must you always make a scene? People are laughing at us.

Did you see anyone laughing? You're driving me nuts!

Jesus Christ.

Can I see this one? It might be enough.

No, that's not a good one.

There's a lot of worms. But it does look tasty.

-Hello, Mrs. Frederiksen. -Hello, hello.

Mr. Margolinsky, may I see that one?

Axel!

Stop it! Educated people don't do that sort of thing.

It's not a smelly fart.

Besides, it degasses the stomach.

My doctor told me to do it.

And it's just natural after all that cabbage.

By the way, I saw Emilie buying cabbage today.

So did the Margolinskys.

So, the sons and daughters of Moses took their share, right?

Definitely. They're as smart as anyone else.

Well, it was cheap.

Christ, can you imagine?

Right about now the entire building is farting!

Hey, Svea, a most interesting thought, right?

It creates coherence, right?

-Maybe we'll all turn into balloons. -What?

And float around the ceilings of all the little homes,

like the Montgolfieres.

-Do you know what that is? -No.

They were French, two brothers.

They used bonfires…

Welcome!

Axel… No!

Don't be squeamish.

A man's got to go when a man's got to go.

Careful.

You could have thrown it into the backyard.

I feel bad for Shadow who has to pick it off the roof.

That lazy git. A bit of movement will do him good.

You make me so angry, I can't even speak!

-Holy… -What?

Damned traitor!

That's the guy your brother-in-law Erik loves.

Jesus Christ.

That duplicitous traitor.

Who?

That damn Lenin.

-Who? -Lenin, that bastard.

He butchered the Kronstadt deckhands.

On the ice. They were cut down. They never stood a chance.

They should have thought of that.

What do you mean?

What were they doing on the ice? That's stupid.

They'll just fall and get hurt.

Lenin let down the revolution.

Oh, that's why?

Svea, you don't understand shit.

-We can't all be equally smart. -No.

But I know what I know.

Finally, a true word from your mouth.

The cupboard door needs fixing.

Yeah, yeah.

Mom, Dad broke my boat.

Oh, no.

I think the kid might be an idiot.

I thought he took after me.

Don't worry. Gustav Adolf likes everything beautiful.

Linea and Erik have started swimming.

Gustav Adolf, get me the gossip magazine.

He's a commie.

You have to see what they write.

They write that Europe is as good as new.

Everyone's swimming and playing sports.

In Germany, Russia, everywhere.

I'll be damned.

SUMMER ACROBATICS

It's a scandal. Look.

Putting a lamb on your thighs is animal cruelty.

Lambs are for eating.

And sheep's meat, that's tasty.

Look. In nature, right? And eat and drink. Look.

-It's not a good photo. -Photo?

It's a painting, Svea. From France.

The painter must have been drunk. I could have painted that.

That's the impressionists.

The crazy artists who wanted sand between their toes and in their mouths.

Like Drachmann.

-Haven't met him. -Drachmann.

We love our country At high summer the most

Dad found it particularly important to discuss the state of the world.

That's why he was often at the bar,

where our street ended and the world began.

The world must have been large.

Sometimes he had to stay there all night.

Now the capitalists believe that the working class lives

in the Garden of Eden.

But have you seen the kids?

Look. Pale. Pale.

They look like ghosts, for Christ's sake!

That's the next thing to beat. A fight for a longer vacation.

Fourteen days. Two weeks at least!

What would you do with all that time?

Stay at home on the sofa?

Or go out in the blue waves?

No, you'd stay here with me and drink beer for two weeks straight.

No, sir. I want some air under my wings. Cheers.

Well, we need to get home to Jansson’s temptations.

Yeah.

Gustav Adolf, come on.

Gustav Adolf, come on.

-Svea! -Yes?

It's no damn good that the working class is trailing behind.

It's no good that the social democrats are lead-footed sacks of flour

who only gorge themselves on beer.

They have to get out! Get some sun!

Svea!

We need to go swimming in the sea!

Did you hear that, Gustav Adolf, you pale boy?

That's what I've been saying.

But it has to be organized, Svea.

The great day of swimming!

You're ever so right, Axel.

Like always, right?

You're ever so right, Axel.

Mr. Margolinsky, you're going swimming on Sunday.

My God, what did you say?

I don't understand. Understand?

Understand or not,

just hurl yourself into the waves. In the sea.

Everyone. With all of us.

Swimming.

-Swimming. -Swimming.

-Swimming? -Swimming.

I…

In the water.

-Swimming. -Yeah.

One moment, please.

Mr. Margolinsky, I'm not here to eat you.

"Eat"? Did you say "eat"?

You misunderstand me. I--

Good person. Me.

Yes, I get it. Good person.

Good person. Everything.

Yes, good person. Definitely.

Good person.

Everyone here is a good person.

Yes, everyone here is a good person. Good people.

Abraham is coming. One moment.

-Yes? -Hello, Abraham.

Nice to see a person who can speak a god damned language.

We, in the building, have decided to enjoy God's nature on Sunday.

We're going swimming. And we wanted you to come along.

It's a beautiful thought, but…

Of course, you’re people as well, right?

Yeah.

But I think nobody in our family would dare.

Please don't be offended.

I'm at your service.

We all want to be neighborly.

-We'll count on you, then. -Thank you.

Svea, no Rich's today.

Today we need real coffee.

I already made it.

I'm so happy Linea and Erik are coming.

Not now. The boy is awake.

-Jesus, Svea, don't stand like that. -What do you mean?

With your ass.

Here he is. Good morning.

Oh, sweet Svea Won't you marry me?

I'll buy for you a good herring And boom, boom, boom your ass

I'll buy for you a good herring And boom, boom, boom…

N-I is "ni".

V-E is "ve".

-What? -No, "ve".

-What's ve? -Ni-ve.

-What? -A is "a". Nivea.

Nivea.

Svea Nivea.

What is the kid saying?

It tans without going red. I found it at the soap shop.

Soap shop.

-Yeah. -It's all a scam.

Leave that nonsense at home.

-It's a matter of pigmentation. -Pigmentation?

For girls, not for boys.

You're not all stupid are you, Svea?

Can't you let the kid go join the other idiots?

Then we can… taste the coffee in the meantime.

-Careful, don't get wet. -Pipe down, you waterphobe.

-Piss in the sea for me. -Then we'll have a flood.

Be careful, or you'll float to Sweden.

Float? Today, we'll walk on water.

Next time, we'll lead the great push forward.

Axel, calm down.

Maybe a push from the back, then.

We will pucker our lips

And whistle the age-old song of love

Let the forest tremble Let the clock strike 11

And the moon and the Milky Way Come drizzling down

It's just you and me You and me to walk side by side

Did you bring it?

The whole world needs to know who's coming to the beach.

It's especially important that your brother-in-law hears this.

That commie.

We're here.

COPENHAGEN RAILWAYS

Just about time. Careful.

Look, Gustav Adolf, that's Sweden.

On the other side.

It's blue.

It was bluer in my time.

There's Linea and Erik.

Gustav Adolf, have you seen Aunt Linea?

Hi!

I felt the soft thighs under her airy summer dress.

At the same time, I was happy that the world outside was amazing.

The sky was blue, green trees, colored flowers, soft balloons.

Everything was perfect.

That's exactly what I felt.

Did you forget about me, Gustav Adolf?

-Do you want a balloon? -Of course.

Balloons!

Fine balloons!

There you go.

-If you'd hold this, please. -Yes.

Hold this, Gustav Adolf.

-Thank you. -You need some more.

What the hell, there's Gustav Adolf.

How lovely!

You come down right this instant!

I'm flying to Grandpa.

-Come down right now! -Get him down!

Just let go!

Gustav Adolf!

Run after him, for Christ's sake!

Halt! Stop! My balloons!

Halt! Stop!

Give me my balloons!

Stop! Give me my balloons!

Took them long enough.

It's over here. I think it's this way.

-We don't have to keep walking, do we? -It's nice here.

Come on.

I think it's here.

-What are you doing, Axel? -Marking our area.

You don't want me to be like dogs and cats, right?

What do they do?

They piss to mark their territory.

-I'd like to see that. -I don't think so, Axel.

It's all about avoiding confrontation.

Svea, the jacket.

The vest.

Shoes.

Hurry up, damn it. I can't stand here all day.

It's a little tricky.

It's right.

Holy shit, man!

Axel, God damn it.

Suddenly, it felt like not everything rested firmly on my Dad's hand.

At home, he was never annoyed.

Svea? Look at me swinging the torpedo.

Axel!

Dear God, Axel!

Gustav Adolf, aren't you getting ready? Didn’t anybody help you?

Yeah, come on. We're going swimming.

Gustav Adolf, come.

Erik, you're stronger. Help me here.

I'll take this.

-Your trunks. -I don't want to.

-You don't want to what? -I'm like Mom.

-How so? -She doesn't show the front parts.

Anna, come here.

Now that you're a big boy, you'll have to learn how to converse with the ladies.

Converse?

Speak to them elegantly. Let me show you.

Howdy.

Good thing the weather isn't like this every day.

That'd be insufferable.

You're having fun, right?

Yeah, I see you're practicing the noble art of swimming.

How the hell so?

By the saltwater-shaped clothing.

They're not shaped by saltwater. My saltwater's name is Peter.

And mine is Torben. That rascal.

-Does swimming cause this? -You wouldn't know it.

It's wet. Very wet. And it keeps moving.

Well, they're waves from the big oceans.

-They are? -Yeah…

Svea, aren't you coming?

Gross.

Why did you stop?

We served the ladies, and when we left, they had big bellies.

Aren't you going in? You can't just wade there.

Come on, Axel!

What the hell?

Let the boy get used to it.

He's going in, right?

Swim, man!

I should have known that the sea was a traitor.

The water that was so soft, hit me so hard.

There was something I hadn't understood.

There was always something I didn’t understand.

Oh, it's lovely!

Don't! I'm going to get wet! Stop it!

-Swim, Svea. -I can't.

Any civilized person can swim.

Did I marry an invalid?

What the hell did you want out here?

It's modern.

Modern! Come to the shallows.

Also the legs. Lay down.

Go on. Move your arms.

Damn it! This isn't funny.

Abraham, don't you want a piece of pork?

No, thank you.

-It's good pork. -Yes.

Fatted calf. You don't get that every day.

See, here's some smoked horse.

There you go. It's perfectly safe.

-That's my plate. -We're just messing with you.

-Don't forget the boy. -He doesn't like herring.

Is the kid made of glass?

He needs something. Give him chicken.

I hated herring.

But if we were eating, we weren't swimming.

We've got it all right here.

Why is it packed so fancily?

Because he's a damned commie!

Sorry, a Swedish meatball. Would that be possible?

As many as you want.

One will do, thank you.

Thanks a lot.

Where is the liver pâté?

It just gets better and better.

It's a lovely country, this. Paradise.

True. We Danes damn well know how to live well.

-Cheers, boys. -Cheers, everyone.

All right, Abraham?

Good thing we brought you, right?

Yeah, thank you.

Cheese…

-Mom, I need to go. -Number one or two?

I got so cold in the water.

Do it in the water like the rest of us.

He'll manage.

The piss houses are right next to the ice cream stand.

Here we go.

Here's some change for an ice cream, if you can manage on your own.

Yep. And go and get that bladder drained.

-Who sent you here? -I'm draining my bladder.

Dad!

-Can I help you? -One large ice cream.

-Which kind? -The biggest one.

The biggest one, with whipped cream and jam?

Yes.

Money isn't what it used to be. Tell your dad that.

Yes.

-What? -No.

-You can have a small one. -Yeah.

-And for you? -Large strawberry.

Alma…

Her laugh was desperate. It was clear.

The men were tearing her apart.

Tearing her arms off.

She was in great peril.

WILLY'S NEW ADVENTURES

-What the hell? -God, the runt of the litter.

You little shit!

Leave him alone. Hi, Gustav Adolf.

Who the hell names their kid that?

His mom is Swedish.

That explains it.

The mom never learned to speak Danish.

The dad is completely nuts.

He drinks like a fish.

Almost enough to make the kid stink.

And he reads these fat books like some kind of idiot.

-Should I see a doctor? -Want me to blow on it?

-You're not lost, are you? -No.

-Can you find your way back? -Sure.

-Stalin is a great, big idiot! -Axel!

But I'd like to know what Abraham thinks.

What do you think about Hitler and Stalin?

I guess Hitler is the great dreamer.

And Stalin is the great bookkeeper.

What the hell? Bookkeeper?

Let the truth be heard. Bookkeeper.

Avoiding it won't help.

You hucksters know those things.

Shut up, Erik.

Abraham can’t help that he's Jewish.

Well…

-Thank you. It's our ball. -It's our ball.

-We were just playing here. -That's my kid's ball.

We might be ruled by thieves and bandits, but I didn't know they were on the beach.

There's no reason to raise children to steal.

I kicked a ball that was red, white, and blue. What's this?

So is this. But this one is ours.

Good work, Gustav Adolf. Hand over the kids' ball.

Well, they can have ours. No need to argue.

I think I may have nodded off.

A nap is always nice, Mrs. Frederiksen.

-What are you reading? -National Economics.

That's a mouthful.

It'll keep you up at night.

Well, Mrs. Frederiksen, time to put the things back.

Yes, of course.

Ouch! Why did you do that?

It's you? I thought it was a hornet.

-Let's get in the water. -I don't want to.

Just lay down right here.

Move your legs and swim like I just did.

-You weren't swimming at all. -I didn't have time, for Christ's sake.

You're so stupid, Axel!

Teach your giggling son that.

No.

No! Let go. I don't want to get in!

Look. You have to swim now.

Come on. Get on your belly.

Yes, swim!

Wrong. Have a look.

Do it like this.

Come on.

-Arms down. Both arms. -No.

Let me grab him.

Let me. Come on.

Breaststroke. Come on.

Move your legs like a frog.

You wouldn't know the first thing about it, you big log.

Are you crazy?

You won't bother anyone here, pale boy.

I have deceived myself.

I've known for a while.

My people were ugly.

My people weren't like other people.

I have been refusing to see it.

-Lovely weather, right? -Yeah…

God, you're stupid.

What the hell? Isn't this a free country?

You and your buddies probably want to fence people like us in.

-I bet-- -You bet what?

I bet the ladies scratch their asses in the soap shop every day.

Idiots!

I'm head shop assistant in a kitchen-supply shop downtown.

I have a bar.

Independent and self-employed.

-You're the manager. -You red bastard.

That's the truth of it.

You old whore, are you putting on airs?

Some people just know how to behave.

Did you learn that on your back?

No Bolshevik is going to say a word to my Emilie!

-Are you a Nazi? -The hell I am.

But Hitler got rid of the unemployment.

-By force. I told you that. -Stop it!

-Maybe he's not so bad, that Hitler. -Enough.

On the Pampas…

You can shove your Pampas straight up your ass!

We know you were sent home after three weeks on the consulate's bill!

And he has been getting unemployment benefits!

Stupid bitch.

Several times even.

Nobody's perfect, right?

Remember when we babysat Gustav Adolf because Axel was in prison?

-And Svea was a mess. -Stop it!

The truth was a blow.

My dad was no longer the same.

The hero from the Pampas was dead.

My mother had let him deceive me.

They couldn't help me.

They couldn’t even help themselves.

You're tired, Gustav Adolf.

No.

No!

Look how they're laughing at us. What the hell are you laughing at?

Look at that pretentious little monkey.

She doesn't know shit.

She needs a proper stuffing.

Good Lord!

Enough. That's the limit.

Piss off!

Relax, damn it!

Oh, my God--

-Adults, for heaven's sake! -Leave!

Shut up, you big pile of fat.

Mind your language, man!

We can talk it out.

Stop it!

No, no, no!

-Fat proletarian bitch! -The class war is on!

You tall…

Two versus one, that's all you know!

Yeah, Gustav Adolf, life can be rough sometimes. But fair.

Do you like the waltz?

Here's a waltz for you.

-One, two, three… -One, two, three…

Yeah, where you're headed doesn't mean a thing.

You either end up in one place or another.

But eventually we all end up in the same place.

There's the boy, Svea!

No.

No…

No.

I got out on good behavior.

They had to give me an apology.

If it had been on the Pampas--

I don't want to hear about the Pampas!

I guess that doesn't matter now.

Of course it does.

Of course it does!

We didn't go swimming again that summer.

But the next year, my dad taught me how to swim.

Though he never learned himself.

Subtitle translation by: Francesca Langhoff