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You could fucking help me.

Help you leave me? That's fucking rich.

Where are you living?

Can't you see what goes on around you?

Well I didn't think you meant it.

You're haven't changed in the ten years I've known you.

Your flat looks the same, you look the same.

You listen to the same fucking music.

You've been here for 15 years and you can't speak German.

All you do is go to your shop every night and come home again.

Well I can't do it any more.

Not taking the picture?

I never wanted it.

I wanted you to hang it up.

I'll hang it up.

The Stone Roses? Very high brow.

Oh fuck you.

No fuck you!

I'll have my keys then.

Gladly.

You, your music.

You're a relic Thomas Atkins.

Well how many fucking rolling news channels do we need anyway?

Well at least it's a future.

You know looking back, the day she left me, my life was never the same again.

I first came to Berlin just after the wall came down.

More by accident than design.

It was unbelievable. Like an old film set.

All these dark, grey crumbling houses.

Hardly anybody living in them.

They hadn't been touched since the second world war.

And Prenzlauer Berg then,

was a mixture of old East Germans, squatters and punks,

wasters, malingerers, artists,

people like me from abroad,

people from West Berlin. It was just fantastic!

LATE NIGHT SHOP

EVENINGS

I've seen it all from the shop.

More people discovered the underground area.

More money came. The houses got renovated,

the rents went up, the flats got sold.

There was an influx of a more wealthier class.

And a lot of people had to move on, as the neighbourhood got too expensive.

Wow, look at you today.

Hey, Tommy.

It's the purple isn't it?

Is it new? - Yeah. You like it?

It goes with your eyes.

Thank you.

Wanna coffee - Oh yes please.

Hang on.

Thank you. - Later.

What a great way to start the day.

A coffee, music, watch the world go by.

The Germans have a saying: “Always slowly, always looking.”

Wanna play some ball?

Maybe later.

Hey Joe!

Yeah?

Ball's for kicking anyway.

Joe. Basketball.

If he can't dunk it, he's not interested.

I do get out the neighbourhood.

Once a week I head down to Alexanderplatz

and get an English newspaper.

Read about the English footy.

Surprise!

Have fun on your holidays?

Not lost your sense of humour then.

Who's top of the table?

The Gunners.

You know there's some crates inside that need unpacking.

Alright.

I'll come by this evening.

Hi Nasi!

Hi Tommy!

Hello there.

I'm Kalle.

Let's get this straight. Kalle doesn't work at the shop.

I don't think he knows what work is.

In the end I guess I just tolerate him.

Thanks again for that. He said he would save it for me.

Which we did.

Wonderful!

I thought only women could multi-task. Oh, men too?

There's this whole thing about the Germans and the English.

You know, we don't get on. Two world wars, a world cup.

But I've always felt at home here

like I found my niche.

Like a sense of belonging.

You could have won by now.

Yeah, yeah.

Why are you moving your pawn?

Walther was an accountant.

He used to come in the shop buy the same thing every day.

Walther! How's the accounting business?

Always the same Tommy... Numbers, numbers.

Always the same... pasta and fags.

Pasta and fags... bye.

Bye.

Bye!

The shop is all about bringing people in, isn't it.

Setting up a vibe, music floats out onto the street and entices people in.

It's not just about enticing them to buy something, it's being part of our world.

And people wanna be I think yeah.

Have fun. - You too.

I've watched this crew grow up. Seen 'em graduate from cola to beer.

There was a time when they played basketball outside my flat.

Now they drink beer outside my shop.

Then there was Frank.

I don't think I've ever saw him sober.

That's the problem with alcohol.

People just can't say no.

Hello mate. Up you come!

Which direction?

Turn him around. - Sure.

Hey!

Hey!

Hey... Hey... Hey!

It's not just about the vibe inside.

It's about the vibe outside.

It's about people connecting. Sharing a beer, bit of weed.

Making friends, you know, it's the hub of things.

I should have known better! I should have gone alone! You are so predictable!

We got your film out last time, today it's my turn.

It's no fun watching a film with you. Groaning and making comments all the time!

Some soft mushy romantic comedy that is neither romantic or funny!

Always some stupid machos shooting each other up. Maybe a couple of rapes too!

I like it.

Hey, enough, enough!

Oh what a terrible film.

No wonder you're arguing.

Can't you find a film you can both watch

instead of spending all your time arguing about it?

What's that? Pizza?

Why don't you buy a bottle of wine. Have it with the pizza, okay?

And I believe in love right.

So I'll throw those in for free. What do you say.

For love?

Okay!

It was winter last year, in November, we had just met...

We hadn't really noticed it was night-time, the days were short and it was dark...

and it had been snowing so much and we didn't know what time it was.

We walked through the snow, down Kastanianallee...

towards Senefelder Platz looking for a shop that was still open.

We found this shop in the snow, this brown shop in the snow.

That was the first time we came to the shop.

Then one day I noticed something was bothering Walther.

Walther! How's the accounting business?

Always the same Tommy... Numbers, numbers.

Never fancied a change?

No. Never.

That's what I mean. We've only got these.

I get the others next week.

It's just the same. Pasta and fags.

Bye.

Damsels in distress,

that's another story...

England?

Yeah of course.

Gascoigne? - No, Shearer!

Richard Shearer?

No, Alan Shearer. England's number nine.

Number nine...

Hello!

Excuse me...

I'm looking for...

I must have taken wrong train.

Maybe two streets with same name?

Oh you are lost.

Far away?

Oh very.

It's okay, the trains are still running.

She won't make it.

What can I do?

I mean I don't know what to do, I can't sleep on street.

You need a place to stay. No problem.

It's okay I'm drawing you a map.

Oh thank you, very kind.

I never been Berlin before, is it dangerous at night here?

Oh no, not at all - Very.

Thank you, very kind.

No problem.

Both.

Call me any time.

Bye Tommy!

Take care!

That's Kalle.

Never misses a trick.

Soon as a woman shows up, he's in like Flynn.

And then one day Walther lost the plot.

Um... six hundred and twenty-five.

Seventeen...

Twenty-nine... Ha!

Watch this now...

Check mate.

Hey, I told you so.

He had a nervous breakdown. Lost his wife, kids, family, job, home.

Great chess player.

Never seen him lose.

It's not all a bed of roses.

Give people an inch. They'll take a mile.

We've been through this a hundred times.

You can have debt up to thirty Euros but then no more.

Just a few beers, not even five Euros.

Not happening.

I get my money this week.

Then you'll be paying your debt next week.

How about one beer, just for old times sake?

I'm not a charity.

Victor the ex-butcher.

Let's face it. Lonely drunk men are just really bad company.

Beer's finished.

As a boy I always held the bucket when they slaughtered the pig.

Then I stirred, stirred, stirred... so the blood didn't congeal.

Made tasty black pudding.

Victor... - Huh?

Haven't you got a home to go to? A Wife?

Never had time for that. I've always played the field.

Hmm...

Home-made...

For you.

Thanks Victor.

One of these days I'll bring you some of my spicy sausages.

Put it on the slate will you?

If people had it their own way the shop would be open all night.

But there always comes a time when I want to go home.

Hey! No!

No!

Hey Tommy. You can't close the shop. I want a beer again!

We all want a beer. Tommy...?

This went on for years.

Then one day disaster struck.

Fuck!

The supermarket round the corner opened up til midnight.

We were doomed.

Almost overnight nobody came any more.

I'm fucked.

We're fucked.

For fucks sake!

Fuck the fucking fuckers. - Fuckwits.

Abso-fucking-lutely.

What's your name. Name?

Little Miss Wriggle.

Well at least I've got some company.

Hey, Tommy!

What?

Wanna play some ball?

Maybe later.

Hey, Joe!

Yeah?

Ball's for kicking anyway!

I was so enchanted by this wonderful place.

I live over there and came past and thought what a beautiful shop.

I loved the fact you'd planted the bush here.

I think the shop's great, because it's from another era. I like that, you know.

I'm sorry that not enough people come any more.

But they can get everything at Kaisers. Here is for the things you have forgotten.

That's you as an angel.

Angels take things lightly. That's why they can fly.

I'm an angel too. I eat a lot so I stay on the ground. You understand?

A little bit, yeah.

That's fantastic.

We still got customers. But Jesus Christ eh.

Alright.

These the only tomatoes you got?

Yeah.

Bit hard aren't they?

Well I've got softer ones in a tin up there if you like.

Courgettes are soft.

Butter?

Middle fridge up there.

Here...

You sure that fridge is working?

This butter's practically yoghurt mate.

That's so it spreads straight on your bread. Mate.

Is there a decent supermarket round here?

No.

Who the fuck was that?

And that was the new neighbourhood.

The fucking tie alone man.

You remember the date? - No. I don't remember.

I do. 28th April 1997. 1997? I don't remember.

We came straight in and bought something to drink...

something for the children. - Perfect way to spend pocket money!

Yes, our small change.

And we still come here, shopping, and...

although we don't live here any more. - not any more.

We still make the effort to come here. Old faces from the neighbourhood!

With a shop like this and all that, you're welcome. You're a person.

Not like the supermarket, where it's just "Hello, what you got, what you want?"

There's no life in those places.

You go in, shop and out again.

When you come here, you chat - how it's going, what you been up to?

What did you eat? How are the kids? How are your friends?

How's your wife? - It's a conversation.

But a supermarket, it's just

shopping, going home, evening meal...

and that's it.

And still nobody came.

Look there. Support your neighbourhood man.

Yeah why should he come to us.

Are you talking to me?

See anyone else?

Try supporting your local neighbourhood.

Right guys. This is not my neighbourhood.

Hardly yours either.

Fuck yeah.

Fuck yeah! I don't come from here. You and you're shop don't mean nothing to me.

I can shop where I want and please who the hell are you to tell me where to shop?

And by the way most times I pass here there are nothing but drunks out here.

Not a good advert is it?

So fuck you. Go to charm school or do something worth with your life.

He's a teacher.

He's a wanker.

And just when I thought it couldn't get any worse.

Lost none of you charm skills I see.

Ha-ha-ha.

Nothing changed.

Well, you know me.

Yeah... still look like a clothes peg.

I've put weight on actually.

Yeah? Really?

Bet your flat looks the same too.

Put that picture up yet?

Well anyway, you look like you're doing well.

I do alright.

Moved on?

Grown up.

Ah. Well you don't look any taller.

Still the same.

Yeah well I've got my niche here. I'm not out there looking for something.

Oh play another tune, you just haven't got any ambition.

I've got something real here, something worth offering people.

Real.

Well anyway, I was in the neighbourhood,

thought I'd see how you were doing.

Seen enough have we?

Yeah.

Hi.

I'm Kalle.

You let her go!

Oh fuck off!

Who left who?

She moved out.

Ah... I would have done the same.

We'd noticed each other for a long time, from a distance...

In the shop. - In the shop.

Then Gunar sat down beside me on the bench. - We'd talked before, briefly...

He never stayed long. Was always friendly, but after 15 minutes at the most, he was gone.

I always looked for a quick getaway. It was too intimate for me.

I always ask too many questions. - Yeah, too intimate.

I thought, that's enough for now, and off I went.

So we took a walk around the block, and slowly got closer.

Shush, enough now.

Still wearing purple I see.

Yes. Especially for you today.

You like it huh? - I do.

Hey, Nora.

Why don't you elope with me? Come on. Let's go to South America.

Just you and me right now. Let's leave this all behind us.

South America... Costa Rica!

For you I'd go anywhere.

This'll have to wait. Think about it though.

Okay.

Hey Ronald, looking good.

Still moving on and up.

If that's what you call it.

You look the same as ever man.

That's the way I like it.

And how's that lovely Katharina?

Too good for you.

Tommy...

Oh I know that look. Should I be worried?

We need to talk. Come on.

We're just not making any money any more.

Well it's tough you know,

now the supermarket opens til midnight.

How long have you been working in this shop?

We built this up from nothing.

And since I started the restaurant?

Eight years ago. - Hmm.

It's been yours.

You know how grateful I am.

Tommy,

I decided to open a restaurant

and move on.

So maybe it's time you did the same.

You want to close the shop.

Look at the takings,

it's not enough for the rent.

But you can't, the neighbourhood needs us.

Not judging by the takings.

I'm not a charity,

and neither are you.

I should have seen it coming really.

The writing was on the wall. I just never read it.

In the restaurants, people sit on different tables, separated.

But here everyone sits together, making conversation and new friends.

You don't find that elsewhere. I like it here.

That's how we met. And we became friends,

I've made a lot of friends here.

Our first conversation was about philosophy.

I think it was...

categorical imperative, right? Kant, perhaps.

Kant... or dialectics - Hegel and Marx. That's how we met.

Façades say a lot about people, about the people who live in the houses.

And these days, when I look around the neighbourhood

I'm happy that there are still houses like this, because

I'm sure the tenants here enjoy the pleasures of life - without wishing to generalise.

Hedonists, if you like

People who enjoy life and

in the colourful houses, with south-facing balconies and the lovely penthouse flats

are where the pragmatists are to be found. Who have a completely different mentality.

I think the neighbourhood needs both.

But it's important to have houses like these, Bernd. - Of course.

It's not about the shopping.

It's about the people you get to know here. That's what I'll miss the most.

You can shop anywhere around here. - That's true.

It's the companionship, like a family.

Organic shop?

Too many already.

Café.

The same.

Flower shop?

Piss.

Basketball accessories?

Won't work, not enough interest.

Second-hand children's clothes?

Think about the young mothers.

You're thinking about all the young mothers.

I will.

DVDs?

Too much investment.

Business studies.

Coffee Shop.

Coffee Shop? - Yeah.

We're not in Amsterdam.

Copy shop.

Internet café?

Naaah.

Fucked again.

I just carried on regardless.

There were less customers. But they still deserved the best.

Me. I was going to carry on working til somebody forced me to hand the keys over.

I've got ambition.

To read more books, to travel the world, improve myself and my knowledge.

Through the shop one of my ambitions

is to have world's largest ska, reggae, dub and DJ collection.

Everything that Big Youth ever recorded. Or Prince Far I.

Anything King Tubby ever sniffed at.

It's like a quest.

Music is vital.

And I'm always on the lookout for more music.

The shop has always been about the vibe too.

Getting some music on and setting an atmosphere and inviting people in

and for the last 15 years I've played my favourite music every night in the shop.

That's great.

Oh forgotten something have we?

Well I see we've all met?

You with him?

Yes.

Really?

Why?

Maybe a drink, or cinema?

Cinema?

Yes.

Interesting tattoos.

Oh, thank you.

Where do you get them?

Prison.

Wine?

Lovely idea.

Red? - White

White.

Her favourite.

Chilled.

I know.

Wouldn't buy them mate. She don't like anchovies.

How much?

Just the wine?

Yeah.

Six Euros.

Keep the change. Mate.

Thanks a lot mate. Very generous.

Give me call.

If ever there was proof. Look at the idiot she's with.

Taking the piss out of me?

Not in my fucking shop mate.

What the fuck were you thinking?

I just wanted a fucking look at him.

Right, happy now?

Why did you fucking follow me in there?

You wanted to go in. You insisted.

With him? Fucking disgusting.

Does everything a competition with you?

He looks like a fucking clothes peg!

Actually he's put on weight.

Oh you noticed that did you?

What about the olives?

You paid for that?

Huh? - You paid for that?

Come on.

Come on, yes I have or come on, no I haven't?

Tomorrow. Okay?

Wait there.

It's just a piece of chocolate man.

So boring this one.

Kalle, Kalle, four eighty. - Okay. Take it.

See you tomorrow.

That's another eighty cent Kalle

Good evening my friend. Tired? - Yes, very tired.

I was getting worried.

Good evening.

Thank you.

Okay my little lovebirds...

Good night. - Tired?

Ciao - Bye.

This place reminds me of a shop near the house where I lived when I was young.

Where an old lady worked. She is still alive today.

The shop actually closed at 7 pm but you could still knock on the door and enter the shop.

You chatted with the lady and it's like that here. When you come here for whatever you need.

It's the same as that woman's shop - Madam Martha.

When I'm here I have the feeling I am back in the past, at that place. That's great.

You want to sell the magazine, right?

Hello Tommy.

Ah Annie. What a surprise.

You look great.

Thank you.

You look...

the same as ever.

Tobacco please, the yellow pack.

I heard you're closing the shop?

That's stupid, after all these years.

But the neighbourhood has really changed.

Completely different people. - Sorry.

Karl-Heinz?!

Hi Annie... what a coincidence!

Oh really?

I knew I'd find you here.

It's not what you think. What is it then?

It's been three months now and not a single cent.

You're exaggerating. - You know what the judge said.

How are the kids? - You'll end up back in prison. Again.

Just keep it up.

Annie. Times are fucking hard.

For who? I've got the three children. Your children.

Three children. Three jobs. Trying to to keep us above water.

While you sit around drinking beer. You've got money for that?

Tell me Tommy. He's got money for that?

You promised to pay on time: me, your mother, the judge.

Leave mother out of this.

You are such a wimp.

That's not the issue here. - What is the issue then?

I'll only say it once.

If I don't see money by the end of the week I'll have your arse in court so fast you-

You can charge him for the tobacco.

Bye Annie.

Man, has she got temperament. I love her!

I don't really understand your theory.

Look, when you are happy- - It's great.

What threatens this happiness is the fear that it might not last.

That's true, we're always afraid of that. - So is that really happiness?

No. - You see, if you suffer..

Then you know things only get better.

That means while you are on the up, happiness is on the down.

It's obvious. - Aha.

Nevertheless if you're not afraid, then you'll be happy anyway.

Put simply: if you're not afraid then you're happy.

We're unhappy because we are scared that if we're happy we will be miserable again.

That means if I'm not afraid of being unhappy, then I will be happy?

That's 2% of the population. Maximum. The remaining 98% desire sorrow.

Subconsciously? - Constantly.

That is the tragedy. Theirs is a subconscious desire.

But a desire that is conscious, willing...

what a benefit it would be for the 98% of the population.

What a breakthrough it would be.

Excuse me. - Please.

Into sorrow.

Hi Nora.

Hey Tommy.

You're not wearing purple any more.

It's in the wash.

You thought about my offer?

South America? You and me?

I'd go anywhere with you.

I'm going to France next week.

With my husband.

Your coffee.

Later.

Wanna play some ball?

Yeah fuck it. Alright. Why not.

Let's do it.

See you later Applejack.

Yeah. Go.

Come on defence Tommy!

Arms up!

Come on!

Play something.

It's our ball.

Oh fuck!

You have to throw it in the net. Not on it.

I thought you said it wasn't a contact sport?

Your ball? - Take it.

He's fouling all the fucking time!

Get closer Tommy. - He's fucking fouling!

I fucking saw that.

Oh lost your cap Joe. That's a shame.

For fuck's sake!

I don't wanna play. Fuck off!

Ball's for fucking kicking anyway.

It's just a game Tommy.

I think it's important to have a place to go with your ball, whenever you got problems.

To meet people. - People, friends. -Hanging out.

That's why I still enjoy playing in a team. With all those players and their quirks

enjoying the game, being together on court.

And it's kind of a therapy for me, whenever I'm pissed off

I grab a ball and go out.

I came here with a mate, '95, '96... probably '96.

We were 14 or 15 and were tough guys.

Nobody told us what to do.

You said something stupid, like "Close the door behind you".

Then I said "Close the door yourself".

And that pissed you right off.

It was cold!

And you came after me.

Followed me out saying "Don't bother coming back again!"

And then I had a problem, when I wanted something after half-six.

So I came in one day. Sheepishly.

I don't know how you remember it.

But in a roundabout way, I apologised for my misguided comments.

Hey come back! Don't be shy, we don't bite.

We've got everything the heart desires!

Sorry?

Wine? Beer.

Cosmetics. Contraceptives.

No, thanks.

Fucking yuppies!

What did you say?

Yuppies!

Fucking yuppies?

Let it it be. - Hang on.

Let me tell you something,

I was born in a high-rise,

I come from a working class family. I'm a nurse,

I work holidays, I work nights,

I don't own a house, or a flat or something, I just work.

So take your comments back you unfriendly, ungracious man.

I earn a damn sight less than you. - Take it back.

Honey leave it.

I'm sick of all this prejudice.

Who the fuck are you to tell me who I am or what I should do?

Hey calm down. He only said yuppy, not shit arse!

You stay out of this!

Apologise.

Now listen here.

I'm a lawyer

and if you don't apologise, I will be filing charges

of personal injury and defamation of character.

And believe me, I know the law.

This is Germany here, not some crumbling empire.

Jesus, you fucked up.

You fucked up!

You fucked up. - You really fucked up.

Get up!

That wasn't me.

I don't behave like that.

It was like the shop was no fun any more.

For me, like it's...

now that we're talking about it.

You do notice the people are different to how they used to be.

If you move away then come back, you see that more than if you grow up here.

I don't really notice it myself.

I only notice I'm different when I see old photos of myself.

The neighbourhood used to be closer, you knew everyone here.

Everyone was nice to each other,

nowadays you don't really recognise a lot of the people.

They're richer, I dunno, they're different.

That's what I wanted when I was younger.

I was completely patriotic. Totally in love with this district.

As a kid I told everyone this is the best district in the world.

And there wasn't a better place anywhere in the world.

As a kid my first stories were about this neighbourhood.

And I thought I would always live here, and love it here.

But now. It's not...

there's no feeling of home here.

It's just so different here. It's the same place on the map

but when I'm here I don't feel at home.

I don't know why I'm here...

Hey Kalle?

Hmm?

I'm going to do some work now okay?

Okay, that's a deal. Bye then.

Hello.

Wow.

What an absolutely fabulous shop.

Thank you.

Enchanting.

It's like a museum.

Well, I don't know about that.

Is this your shop?

Yes.

It's just wonderful.

It's a lot of work.

I'm sure.

Let me get to the point... - Karl-Heinz.

Oh... Karl-Heinz!

I run an enterprise that operates in the tourist sector, and...

this shop could just be, well...

A gold mine?

Well I don't know about that!

What do you have in mind?

I want to buy this shop.

This shop?

This shop.

All these old items and antiques.

Berlin and East Germany still hold a great fascination all over the world.

And these artefacts are getting harder to find.

Apart from when somebody dies.

Well, I'll have to talk with my employee.

Do that. - I will.

Hey!

We're not a museum we're a going concern.

So you can take your business out of my shop!

Why don't you think it over?

Here, my card. - Thank you.

I'll call you. Let's go for a drink or a meal.

Or to the cinema?

Gabriella...

Let's do that.

Wow!

Unbe-fucking-lieveable!

What?

We've got vultures circling around this shop, and all you can think about is-!

Where was I?

The slaughterhouse. Those were the days.

Proper work and real craftsmanship.

Not like the packaged crap you sell.

18 years... 18 years since they closed it down

I still miss the place.

The people, the work.

Okay, so I never had any since.

My knives... I still have them in my cellar.

I know.

A fresh pork shoulder...

Take a firm grip of the knife...

and work the meat from the bone.

I'm a vegetarian.

You need lean and fatty meat for a good sausage.

Always be on the lookout for an overweight pig.

It's not easy. 50-50 mixture, that's the trick.

I don't eat meat Victor.

I can't tell you the recipe, it was given to me by my father.

I've got shelves full of trophies... I won prizes you know!

You and your fucking prizes Victor.

No-one's interested, it was 20 years ago.

I'm not interested!

Who gives a fuck!

I must go home.

Yeah, good idea.

Victor is my nightmare.

Imagine Tommy twenty years later, standing somewhere

boring people with stories about how the Spätkauf used to be really great!

They were good years. Right?

Oh man when I look around

I barely recognise the neighbourhood any more.

I barely recognise you any more.

It's classy, huh?

You were faithful to me for many years.

Just cause I look like an asshole doesn't mean I am one.

Thanks man.

You should go on holiday.

I might.

Don't spend it all at once.

Hey, Ronald...

You tell Katharina, when she's finished with you she should give me a call.

She's wasted on you.

There was something in the air that last weekend.

Like the good old days.

The band came down.

For a funeral. New Orleans-style.

We wanted to start a street party. Get the neighbourhood involved.

But somebody called the police and they shut us down before the party got started.

And that says it all about the new neighbourhood.

Back in the neighbourhood? Becoming a bit of a habit.

I doubt it.

Want a drink?

No, I'm fine.

Yeah? Really?

So what you going to do when the shop closes?

You should get a life.

Move on.

You never thought about going back to England?

Have you? - I mean it.

I left that country so long ago.

The England I know doesn't exist any more.

Everyone's moved on.

Everyone's moved on except you.

She was right of course.

I had to move on. We all do.

Everything changes. It always has done.

But if 20 years ago someone had said to me: Tommy...

do you want a job in one of the coolest cities in the world.

Selling beers and provisions to really nice customers.

You live in the neighbourhood, you don't have to travel to work.

I'd have said: yeah, I'll have that.

"The Birth of Ska". What a great album!

Me? I've moved on. Unlike some people.

Kalle? I'm going to do some more work now.