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"And will the nun say a prayer For children at the gate"

"That did not go and did not even ask:"

"Pray for those getting who have chosen a different path"

freely based on real events

Border area between Pakistan and India in October 1968

I long, with words that do not exist and thoughts that can not pronounce -

-after seeing you.

Talking or not talking -

-only to see a person's eyes that I know has ever seen.

After a man about whom I know that she knows.

I want to travel back to Nepal .

I will try to stay healthy.

Dear Iben.

I do not know how it ends. But I know how it began.

Copenhagen, 1962

I had just glued posters against nuclear weapons. The police liked us.

It was the third time they took me the evening. This would provide bank.

But it was not just about weapons -

-but also about a Denmark which was stalled.

A country that had to be woken up and be changed.

Hey, Eik.

Eik work together with me. - Iben, my girlfriend.

So it is you who are oak.

-Carsten Talking about you. -Jaså? I never talk about Carsten.

Shut Eik.

Seriously, it costs us money when your posters being confiscated.

You need to be careful. I'm not fast enough.

Then you'll be faster. And much stronger.

There was at least one good thing being political activist...

I met Iben.

Eik Skalo. For a nice surname.

Iben is the daughter of Halfdan Rasmussen.

Hey. -Hi.

-Make It hurt? -No Then. There were three to one.

This is asphalt.

And this here...

... is baton...

I have to shit.

Hello! Come!

Thank you.

Page 1 in the unfinished novel.

I recorded the money a ticket -

-fløy from Tehran to Bagdad-

-solgte leather jacket and went to a hotel.

This is the start of my novel about Biens life. And about the Flower lives.

About to open up their senses until you almost die.

and to survive it.

About to believe, although all other ends.

About to go and go and never come back when world opens up.

A week later I decided moving in with Iben.

For a swine you are, Eik. You're just a damn reactionary asshole.

Okay it.

Iben lived in a house in his grandmother's garden.

Der met one to talk and think.

We always fucked . We needed no other.

We kept us awake for to find out who we were.

We have to define us politically. -Why?

Freedom is being able to do what you want. Always.

-We Could be stowaways. We can hitchhike.

Everything just vibrated. There was something big in the air.

Everything is naive. So beautiful and so stupid at the same time.

We would change the distribution of power. We wanted disarmament.

We would get youth protest.

I wrote political commentary and complained about the authorities.

I had an opinion about everything.

For I did not have any longer.

-Eik! Your poem. Is that clear? -Yes.

Until I realized that politics not meant a jot.

-Diktet yours? Yes, it comes.

"To Iben."

"Interpreters your face. Your inscrutable eye removal

-I just secretly dare to spy."

It's a beautiful poem.

Damn, you were supposed to write poems about your idiotic love for Iben.

"Through thousand leaves, born of a sweating forest..."

What do you think? I start to doubt.

I actually had a poem.

I wrote about a bourgeois husband who was terrified of nuclear weapons.

But why are we so afraid of them? -Because They can destroy us.

-Keeps Not it a poem? -The DA

-but it's not just our fears makes threat into reality?

But dammit, oak...

-It does not make them less dangerous. -Without Fear, we forget the bomb.

But if we are afraid all the time, we forget the living.

You are becoming more and more reactionary.

Is there some joke with love when there are nuclear weapons?

Carsten had a new girl. Maj-Britt.

-Getting we be happy? -Getting We be horny?

She had run away from home and felt free.

-For any nonsense. -What?

He also has a meaning.

Eik no longer believe that we can change the world.

-Yes Then. -How?

See here.

-Sånn. Now I have changed the world. -What do you mean?

I have moved the bottle two cm. I created a stir in the world.

But I'm still the same person. -What do you mean by that?

How can we change the world if we can not change ourselves?

I want you go now. I can not bear to listen to you more.

-Iben And I can not wait for the bomb here. Fuck so selfish you are!

That's the Iben house. Stings of, I mean it!

Have you gone completely mad?

Why did you do that?

I want you for myself.

-It Can not get. Why not?

We are not like that. -How Are we, then?

Not like that, anyway.

But you...

Once it falls a nuclear bomb over Copenhagen.

Stop It Now, Oak.

Do you hear the plane?

Do you hear that?

Now it happens.

Right now.

Copenhagen is hit a nuclear bomb.

In only two minutes you reach to be taken by the pressure wave.

What would you do in the two minutes? What would you do?

It's appalling to contemplate. Yes, of course it is.

The destruction of a civilization is always appalling.

What would you do?

-breathing, Although I do not smoke... Yes.

No, you know what?

I would go home and die with mom and dad.

Yes, it would do.

Would it make any difference whether you was sad, happy or so so?

No.

So why not die happily to have lived?

Instead of going and make over that one should die?

What would you do?

About the remaining two minutes of life, is only one thing to think about.

Love.

I would think of you.

I think that you is in love with me for real.

Yes...

It's not so good.

I can not fathom that my boy turns 20 this year.

It feels like it was yesterday I cried,

"Is it a boy, he will be called oak! " The priest thought it was so strange.

"It's not a name, it is a sound," he said.

Iben father Halfdan Rasmussen, great writer.

Iben mother, Esther Nagel, also she is a well known author.

- My dad. And my sister. -... father and I hang scarce.

But father and I support you always in your choice of oak.

-Skål It forelskete pair now. Have you anything in jars?

-for Future. -Skål!

Mom, what do you mean by "love"?

Can one be loved? Can you love too much?

Or is it something that is "for" love? I do not like form.

-You Are well a couple? Pairs and married couples own apart.

Neither do we.

A new view of love would change the whole society.

What social would be better than this?

Any other communities had been better than today.

There is so much on television about bad breath and sweat.

Why we do not talk about politics instead?

Ending! -We Do not talk politics now.

I get so dry throat.

-We Bowls instead. -Skål!

What are you doing otherwise, Iben? -I And oak wash trains at night.

She started in the house of Rifbjerg. -The Author?

Oak will also be a writer.

What are you writing, Eik?

I do not know. I try working me into the language.

Writing is an incredible hardships.

There is no point in to go and wait for inspiration.

Sit at the computer every day! Possible you can accommodate more poetry than you think.

What went wrong between Bien and flower?

What really happened?

Was the old too fast or they were young for long?

What was it I wanted to do?

I would write the novel that changed everything.

I went to Paris to find fabric and look for authorship mine.

To express the ten thousand words who rummaged in my head.

= = I slept in parks with Existentialists -

-and wrote home to flower.

Beloved Iben.

< i> This gray morning in Paris I am so happy and so desperate.

The hardest work in the world is to change. To change.

MAN KAMP, chapter 9 An unfinished novel

Page 63: Back home in Copenhagen something happened.

Iben hit a man that looked like all women's dream man.

He was handsome, he was cool and smoked without a filter.

Who are you?

I... I...

But Henrik suffered from severe stuttering.

He had deserted from bodyguards because of bullying.

He moved to Canada, but there were worse to originate in English.

But Henry had other trick.

car.

The body. And plates.

Iben would express themselves artistically with his body.

Dancing, singing, small jumps.

She just did not know how she could use the body.

But it could Henrik help her!

I had no idea what they were doing, but then she wrote that she was on the way.

I got the room number to a hotel in Paris.

I just knew that Henry was a deserter who had given her a ride.

So I was surprised when I got see her naked and entangled -

= = -with a well-trained elite soldier.

Hello.

Hello.

-It Was not kind done. -Likewise.

He lets me be free. You own me!

You're right.

You mean not. -Yes Then.

I just do not know how to do it.

I do not know how you release it as one loves free.

You might teach me that.

This is madness.

Excuse.

Are we not together anymore?

Yes, I think we are.

Who is he, then?

He is another. -Another one?

The hardest work contained is changing.

I wanted to give the new relationship one chance. I had no choice.

Good day. I called Oak.

Hen Hen......

I huh...

-Hen... Hen... -Henrik.

You're a soldier, so we call you a soldier.

You are boyfriend number two here.

What... What...

-Good, we are obviously agree. -Here Is a record that he has with him.

You get the as a token of his friendship.

Bob Dylan. That's the two of us.

Thanks, Henry. You are certainly not in the picture.

There was once a man's game.

We steered towards Gibraltar.

The agreement was - the one that got flower most frequently on the road, won.

1475 km from Gibraltar

The flower had no idea it was a struggle. She enjoyed just attention.

Henrik was better at the guitar.

He ran better than me, who was driving license.

= = And he sang beautifully, without tribe least.

So it was soon 1-0 to the soldier.

But that redhead one is used to fighting.

It does not help that the soldier gets lost -

-when he feels pressured.

Henry sang well, but I had soul.

Somewhere near Gibraltar

What is it?

Not more gasoline.

-Then You go. That's I like...

Yes, you're running, but it is the car. To retrieve gasoline.

Credits.

I knew it was that to let the wolf guard the sheep.

And that sheep happily let himself be swallowed. With skin and hair.

Henrik had won.

But while I accepted defeat, something happened.

A passerby had called the police.

Henrik and Iben was arrested for offensive behavior.

I was taken because I had long hair.

And here in a Spanish province -

-innhentet Henry's past deserter him.

He was sent home for serving the penalty.

You... Who are you?

What is your name?

I called nothing.

"What would air, earth, water and fire know my name?"

Walt Whitman. But what's your name?

I can steal your soul, so you get something to fight for.

To get it back. I called Vincent.

I've lost passet-

-and now I wait for new documents in this fascist country.

Who are you?

Oak and Iben from Denmark.

Eik... Iben. Where are you going?

We have talked about Mexico or Athens.

But we do not know. Star will lead you on the right path.

-Or What? -Which Star?

There you will find out soon.

When we were released, we went to beach to take a nap.

There sat Vincent. As if he were waiting for us.

Sit down, twin souls. Eat little snake meat, if you dare.

Vincent was raised in Milan, Paris and New York.

So they have released you out now. What was their crime?

Harassing behavior.

How can it be a crime?

For a beautiful star you've on foot. What is it for?

It stands for freedom and for freedom fighters.

-You Songs all the time like a poem. That's all I've ever wanted.

-So You're a freedom fighter? -just Like you, my friend.

Enemy living in your heart. There is always where it is hiding.

-Would You also have a star? Yes.

Then you should get one.

We got our every star on the foot. Freedom Star. Follow the Star.

Now, we could never become lost.

Page 98 in the unfinished novel: Morocco, Algiers, Libya.

Four months without doubt, and without man's game.

We went on to Egypt, hitching through Turkey and then to Beirut.

One morning arrived we finally Athens.

The best and the worst having gone to Athens:

I met Christian.

Maj-Britt had met Christian year before. He came from simple circumstances.

He had lashed to American musicians in Paris -

-and now this was his kingdom.

= = Mesdames a messieurs! Ladies and gentlemen!

Welcome to my pot smoking school.

Tuition starts now! Cannabis...

He was the leader of mass youth which would be inaugurated in secrets.

-Have you seen like that before? -Cannabisens secrets.

Good, good. - Oak?

A Chillum that I got in Istanbul, hotel Gülhane-

-the place for the hippest of the hip.

It must not enter the air between fingers. Very tight. Good. Ready?

"Come away, O human child..."

"... to the waters and the wild..."

"Come away, old human child..."

Page 117:

I saw human development in this herd on the roof.

From small bacteria to reptiles to predators to monkeys... to homo sapiens.

I saw their pettiness, their pursuit and their vanity.

Their greatness. Their bestiality. Their love.

Everything was good.

"With a feary, hand in hand..."

"The world & apos; s more full of weeping... "

" Come away, old human child... "

" Through the waters and the wild... "

What are you looking for? -Iben.

They have run off.

Where then? -Do not know.

Vincent has somehow touched her. There have not I done.

I have touched her. -Do you have it?

Eik, you've been taken by surprise.

Thanks. Where are they?

I'm sorry, oak, but they talked the whole night. Did you hear them?

"I feel... I see it... I see it..." Bla bla...

She left this note to you.

Beloved Eik. I go to Crete with Vincent.

I miss you all, but I must do this.

Iben.

When one has the reach, one should not smoke marijuana.

We need enough to develop this.

Stretch out your arm, Skalo.

Never. Always on the way somewhere. Always. It ran on two legs.

It had never clothes on. She was an unhappy man...

Always on the way somewhere, on. That he simply was not a man.

Never. A wolf. On steppe.

Always on the way forward. Always on the way somewhere.

Never at rest. Never at rest.

I recorded the money every day.

I would travel to Crete and find Iben.

The days passed... < / i>

-Eksamensdagen. I studied diligently.

What is this? What is most important with a Chillum?

No air between your fingers.

I struggled my way through entire curriculum obedient.

You hereby graduated from Christian Arlova hashish smoking school.

Suddenly one day... she stood there again.

Nothing happened between us, if you want to know.

-There I will not. He would not come between us.

And then he sent me home.

It was then that kind of him.

I discovered that I was pregnant.

What did you say?

What do you say? -I'm pregnant.

I are expecting a child. -With whom?

With you.

Are you sure?

It must have happened in Africa, then yes.

Ok.

I've got an address.

For what?

So I can remove it.

Barnet?

No, you must not! I do not want any children!

One must take the bang. It is not the child's fault!

-It's Only a fetus. That's our fetus!

It is our

Your and my!

Look at me.

-Look At me. -Aborten Are animals, you have to play.

We can be a traveler family.

I can write and sell articles. You can draw.

A little like your parents. I have had a dream, Eik.

Several times.

I dream that we are in Africa.

We run around in a bus. Back of the bus sits an old woman.

She sings so beautifully.

I would turn round and look at her.

I turn...

... and discovers...

... that she is dead.

Death on the journey with us, Eik.

What it has to do with this?

Whether it's death to travel, then drag we home. Then we go home and have children.

I recorded the money so Iben released to give birth to our child.

I was with her. A house on the outskirts of Athens.

A house without windows and with secrets units I had access to.

What was it that went wrong ?

Was that our unborn child or that we could not put into words?

Was it when Iben was sick?

I thought you would get me.

Obviously not.

I go now. Where then?

What I feel for? I begin with hotel Gulhane in Istanbul.

And since further, as far eastward as I can.

India had perhaps been something.

Eik, I feel not so good.

It's an infection, I have right mix: penicillin and morphine.

Hold her arm.

Hardt.

You'll be well again.

It should be constantly every time you go to a new place.

Come after me when you're ready.

Yes, honey. I come.

Itsi-Bitsi.

Lille friend.

I traveled. By land, at sea and in the air.

Turkey, Israel, Iran, Iraq.

A biplane broke two toes mine. I ended up in hospital.

Iben never came.

I should not have left her.

box Sørensen. Hey, Mom.

Hey, Eik!

-Gratulerer birthday. Thank you, treasure. And thanks for the card.

I miss you. We all do together.

-When are you coming home? -When my novel is finished.

-Iben was here with a gift. -How is she?

Not so good. It seemed at least not like that.

She has become so thin and pale.

She said she's fine. She took with a guy who scared me a little.

-Christian was his name known. -Christian?

Change in the novel, page 214: On the way to Denmark.

I contacted the embassy. I could not entrust Iben Christian.

Do you recognize?

Have you spared all my postcard?

-Tell About the hotel! -Gülhane?

Yes, it resembles hotel in Athens, but it is much larger.

And so all live...

Continue!

Want?

-Iben... What then?

What happened?

What happened to you?

Iben, look at me. Look at me.

Nothing happens!

Give it to me! I shall have it! No, you can not take it.

What the hell do you know about it? -You Can not take it!

Release!

This is not what we should do, Iben.

That is also a form. All we not decide over itself is the enemy.

Why did you come home?

-To Help you. -Let me go!

Let me now!

Iben, look at me.

We do this together.

We do it together, okay?

We do it together.

Be present.

She was sick. She sweated and lay and trembled.

Be glad that I had this.

-I Thought you understood uprising. -What Rebellion?

-There You know. -This? Not much rebellion in morphine.

Where you're wrong. Hashish imagines life's true meaninglessness.

Morphine is more radical, our revenge over creation.

It leads us back to the origins . Where we do not feel anything-

-and not know we exist.

The goal is not dope, goal is to be themselves.

You were a bad student. That is just a lie they've sold you, Eik.

Danishes with icing or custard - they taste all alike.

That's it. Now she spins.

I will that you stay away from Iben.

-You Want a move? -Far away.

I've stopped. -It Says all.

The first time you say...

... nope. The second time you say...

... nope. The third time you say: "Ugh, why not?"

"It makes the no harm."

It makes the no harm.

Fourth time you say...

Footnote, Page 222:

It did not seem quite according scout's plan.

I started a new man's game, while I continued to write.

It was difficult to get hold of drugs, so we had to steal it.

Both Christian and I had won and lost in advance.

But we played the game - who dared most?

Christian provided empty apartments.

The ritual was always the same.

stolen goods were put forward and first when everything was empty, we went out again.

Page 233:

I was an investigative journalist -

-who wrote reports from another world.

The darkness comes creeping and now I have to take it out completely

The moon pushes the moisture my Chillum cloth

Where are you now, friends, is party past?

Am I off when you come back I have flown to the island we have two so

And I take my violet snabeltyrkersko on

A whopping night

Evening with large K

One day I got hold of those rare and coveted LSD 25.

A veil to be torn away.

The reality behind reality would come stark front.

"To all crazy."

"There was once a man named Harry, was called for Steppe wolf."

"He walked on two legs, bar clothes and was a human being."

"But basically he was a steppeulv. But..."

I'm going to fly a little.

-Christian became paralyzed. -So many floors!

He started hearing voices and incarceration.

Without it would I had won again.

The police had got wind if man game.

They had at least found us.

Has something happened?

Do you eat enough vitamins?

Arresten in Helsingor, 1966

We got prison. I got six months for burglary of a pharmacy.

My full confession propelled on pages 235-237 in my novel.

Iben was released after 14 days.

I took the blast, for they had only a cannula with a little morphine for her.

Cell 13. Arresten Helsingor.

I paste in the letter, but open it again.

I can not say what I want .

When we meet again over a cup old coffee or on a beach...

... then we will talk about to love one another without owning.

About the doubt on what you believe in and love . Fear that it is over.

It's love, pain and joy.

And a desire it to be there.

Iben had tried to forget morphine.

But now she felt lust burn.

Eventually it burned so hot that she had to succumb.

So when she did it.

After half a year I was finally released.

Hi, Mom.

I moved home. Hey, Eik.

-Går It well with you? -Yes.

Iben had not written in several months, despite all my letters.

Where was she?

Instead of Iben, I found shadows from the past.

Sit down, Eik Skalo.

I'll show you something.

Have you heard that we were married? -Gratulerer.

-You And Iben should have married you. Yes...

Where is Iben?

-What? -Iben.

At a theater in Jutland. Body Theatre.

A magical theater... body.

She left a letter for you.

I have looked after it.

Beloved Eik. I have entered the Odin Theatre -

-Thanks be my parents.

I think I belong here.

< i> I miss you, but let me be in peace. I'm not strong enough.

Your Iben.

Itsi-Bitsi.

Take me...

... Nepal.

-You May well take matriculation exam? I can find a job for you.

I intend to record an album. -A Plate?

What kind of plate? -A With tunes.

-Låtene Mine. Have you some contacts, then?

-There I fix. It's probably no good idea.

Of course Eik do it. Only it is in Danish, English.

-Yes Then. I work with texts now. Yes...

Metronomstudioet 1966

I should for once complete a project.

I had heard about a folk singer who did not like the songs he had.

Stig Moller.

budgerigars my dead

Stig! Stig!

Do you know this creature? -No.

-Who Is it? Producer, min.

We play actually a disc here.

Stig... I'm sorry budgie.

Read this.

-He Seems to sour. -Please Kindly go from here.

You've certainly right. -Ask Your friend to go from here.

Can you go out?

Ok. I had not perceived.

"Budgerigar", other verses, Stig.

Where are you going? -Eat Packed lunch before we continue.

Did you read my text?

"Where are you now, friends, is party past?"

"If I'm away when you come back it's because..."

... I flew over to the island that we have two so

Where I take my violet snabeltyrkersko on

A whopping Tonight Evening with large K

It is very good.

Goodbye.

Looks like you're tired of your lyrics.

It's not my texts.

But they'll make me a pop star. -Take A move.

Should we make a record together? My lyrics, music.

I do not know... -Good, we make it.

Can you play electric guitar? -I can try.

Now we go in and say that we dropper your parrot texts.

-Undulat. -It Also. I sing.

Can you sing, then? -No.

What is that? Cough medicine.

-You Coughing, do you? No, I take the these. Here.

So you're not coughing director in the face.

Stig will not sing about budgies. Electric guitar is a modern typewriter.

LP is contemporary novel. Musical must be developed. We tell you about the new.

We seek recognition through travel, drugs and music.

We are those who seek. Do you understand?

I have cough medicine.

Thanks.

Take the whole glass.

Ancient walls breeds. We believe in the power in the present and live with the world frenzy.

Love world and renounce everything materially, Mr. Director.

A plate with the soul thrown into the grooves.

"A plate with soul thrown into grooves...."

Exactly.

A plate with soul thrown into the grooves.

Why sit Stig Moller in the ceiling? Get him down.

Now the director has begun to understand.

Miss... Miss Jorgensen sits inside the internal phone.

Really?

Ms. Jorgensen, is preparing a contract for these youngsters!

There he sits, yes.

Hi, honey. This is oak. - This is Anita.

We will make a record with Eiks texts, not mine.

-Jaha. Thank you. -Eik Eat with us.

I'll sleep for a few days.

I thought we should have cosiness evening. -Yes.

I'm just...

-Are you hungry? I have not eaten in a few days.

You have not showered either.

I hope that you can sing. You've taken power over Stig.

What is your group?

-Steppeulvene. -Steppeulvene?

After Hesse's novel?

It's funny with Hesse. He writes about steppe wolf.

-Anita Studying psychologist. -Steppeulven Live alone.

But you're obviously afraid of being alone.

One can be alone in the crowd too.

But the book is about a middle-aged man problems.

And he contemplates suicide.

He is viljeløs, restless - everything is suffering.

Why not just be young and happy?

I have not said that one should not it.

But you think young and happy like you, huh?

But you seem not so young and glad-

-but as someone who knows exactly how life should be.

You have a plan, right? A plan for how your ideal life to look like.

"Stig, I want to have children."

"Stig, I will buy houses in Herlev. Stig, a bigger house in Hellerup."

Until you wake up one day and notice that your young joy are garasjen-

-next to their big, fat Volvo.

There are enough good that there are some I and destroys cosiness evening.

What the hell is that?

Anita is happy quite often.

I've met you before. A romantic and nihilist.

As only driver around the world with his great pain.

Think he has the solution to all problems but is really forvirret-

-and directionless.

Should plate act on it? Your romantic confusion?

-Here We have our first reviewer. I think I have something here.

The darkness comes creeping and now I have to take it out completely

moon pushes the moisture my Chillum-cloth

Where are you now, friends, is party past?

Am I gone when you come back it is because

we have flown away to the island that we have two so

Where I take my violet snabeltyrkersko on

Allow me to introduce our new orchestra - Steppe wolves.

Today we celebrate their LP "Hip".

Stig found two seasoned musicians:

Preben, convicted of hashish and Soren, who liked his grandmother Ketogan.

What is the thought with plane ? Nothing. Not as you imagine.

-There Is no edifying thought. What will it tell us?

What can a new generation learn? -breathing You hashish?

I think people today are adult enough and free enough to smoke hashish.

-So It there is thus hashish? -No Then, Kings.

But you smoke a lot of hashish?

-As A chimney. -User You another drug?

Who are texts addressed to? Who is such Itsi-Bitsi?

Holstebro 1777.

There you go.

Yeah? -Iben?

Yeah, Eik. Hey.

I have called many times. I have not been home.

I work a lot.

I'm out on tour. We have been the large hashish sensations.

Did not you read the papers? -No.

But now we are in Jutland and on Saturday we come to Aalborg.

-You Have to come and listen to us. -It had been fun.

I will if I have time. I have to run now. Cheers.

Shall we go then, Eik?

Is it well with you, Eik?

"Dopgruppe touring"

"Police: We are watching Steppe wolves"

"We smoke pot like chimneys"

Beloved, now I have come back from an insane trip in the Middle East

I bring gold from the mosque roof and noble silk from the Mediterranean coast

I've hitchhiked 10,000 kilometers

My speech is hotly as trumpets

Let me kneel for your starred foot

And give you a...

... lotus... lip kiss.

Beloved, turned on my Afghan coats

embroidered with Ice Pink from Gülhane

When we laughed, and we'll talk

Your black hair dripping fine from your forehead

It's hard to breathe when finally seen

And barks of happiness a small pekingnes's...

Let me kneel for your starred foot

And give you a lotus lip kiss

Beloved, when we think by

what we have since made to get it so wonderful?

In the archive piles of pamphlets

whispers ink to the sheets: I love you quite frankly

Liksom lilies that cradles to rest on a meadow

I will be picked by the wind who live near your bed

Let me kneel for your starred foot

and give you a lotus lip kiss

Itsi-Bitsi.

Itsi-Bitsi, take me to Nepal

Yes, Itsi-Bitsi, take me to Nepal

The road is made of rågummisåler

Take off your shoes, for asphalt tolerate

only your bare toes

Kiss your scarab

Listen to the speedometer which are howling

Holstebro 1777.

< i> Iben.

Hello?

Hey, it's oak Skalo caller on behalf of the pop group Steppe wolves.

Excuse me I missed unfortunately not to come.

I can leave the handset exposed by. Shall I?

No, I gotta go now. Good luck.

-Have it. -Iben...

-We seen, ok? Yeah. Yeah.

We'll see. I have to go now. Cheers.

Welcome to the cops! 1, 2, 3!

The old lady upstairs have taken gas

Devil has stamped in her passport

sorry if I lost a bit of glow

It is not only great respect for death

The air stinks Stop light flashes

Herr Doctor if you think there is a chance

So send a hearse and an ambulance

My girl is here in month nine

And now Daan & apos; she known the battle ten

Did you like me carried away

It comes only by wonderment about life

Senga creaking City Hall braker

Mrs. midwife, if you think there is a chance

So send a hearse and an ambulance

It's mine.

Cannula, tablets, chil lumen - everything! The others have not done anything.

Page 320 in the unfinished novel:

I took on all the blame.

That meant not a jot.

I formed Steppe wolves.

And left them again.

A month after his release specific myself to go to the East.

Now I'd all the way.

We were going all the way.

Hey, Eik.

Hey, Iben.

-How Goes it at the theater? -There Goes well, thank you.

There's much to do.

Your disc is awesome oak.

Dad greet and say that you must continue to write lyrics.

"Continue"... Thanks to Halfdan.

-And Now you should be traveling. Yes. And thou shalt be with.

No, I will not.

Why not?

I was dying, and I will not die.

I can stay here.

Iben, when we really tried for real?

-There We have actually done. -One Of us was always moving away.

I'd go home and have supper ready when you get home from the theater.

And write, of course. We may have a living room where the kids can run around.

I do not want to have any kids!

I was so sick when I got home from Athens. After the abortion.

I had to be operated and now I can not have children anymore.

Then it just you and me. It's almost even better.

We'll just pop. Motorcycle stands out there, the guitar is here. We sticks.

Eik, I met a man.

One of the theater. We're getting married.

Congratulations. He can join.

-It Does not. -No...

It does not.

Why do not you join?

Can not you join? I can not, Eik.

I can not.

I have to go now.

Eik...

I love you.

Forensic Medicine Institute, Copenhagen 1969

Yeah... that's what they found.

Mrs. Sorensen... Mrs. Sorensen?

Can you answer this may be your son, Eik Skalo?

Was it him?

I sold the motorcycle and guitar in Istanbul.

Since I hitchhiked and taken the train to Nepal.

I go all the time . I will not owning more than I can bear.

And yet I continue to write on the novel that never gets finished.

There will be more and several hippies from the West.

It's nice company, but I get restless quickly.

I must further, further, further...

body should not be other than tenderness.

Good! And now energy!

More power in the movements.

See what you can.

Iben, phone call for you, an unknown.

Yeah? Hey, Iben. It is Ruth.

Hey, Ruth.

I do not know...

I do not know how to say this but...

They have found bones in the desert on border between India and Pakistan.

There are likely Eik.

It was a farewell letter to us and something to you.

Shall I read it to you?

Yes.

"Dear Iben. For a story."

And then he quotes a poem.

"And will the nun say a prayer For children at the gate "

" That did not go and unable to pray... "

Every morning you are the first thing I think about and every night the last one.

Also now.

Fred and lots of love.

Your Eik.

I fill books with words and drawings -

-and sell them to Americans with money.

Every time I sell a book, I feel relief.

I yearn so ineffable, with words that do not exist -

-and with thoughts that can not pronounced, after seeing you.

And talk or not talk. Just seeing a man's eyes -

-which I know has ever seen.

After a man about whom I know that she knows.

Is it possible to lose the life of to never feel calm?

Can you die of being a steppeulv?

Steppeulv...

The word fills me with lead.

malaise among humans and homeless among animals.

I take bang for what I have done.

This is probably the last thing I write.

Eik Skalo took his life-

-i border area between India and Pakistan 1968

In a letter to the authorities, he wrote:

"I have chosen to commit suicide."

"No bear some guilt, besides my inner enemy."

Eik leaving letters, poems and short stories, and an unconsummated novel.

Steppeulvenes "Hip" is a mean- fully work, not least because of the lyrics.

The songs continue to inspire new generations of musicians.

Iben Nagel Rasmussen was the Odin Theatre in Holstebro.

In 1991 she set up a performance about their kjærlighet-

-and has released Eiks letter.

Iben is today a renowned actor and touring worldwide.