2) Ext. Halmstad - street - cafe - day
Runa drinks a glass of red wine, Ibsy is busy
with her cake and Lasse is focused on the lines he is writing on a piece of
Runa observes the two, lights a cigarette and
apparently feels good.
She looks at the people on the street and the
smile on her face vanishes. Lasse stops writing.
Can I send an email tonight? I mean, from
YOU have an e-mail account?
Of course not... I would like to use
Lasse looks at his piece of paper again. He
cancels out a word, thinks for a while and replaces it by another.
Runa eyes him up a little suspiciously.
Why don't you want to show me your poems?
You must have written hundreds of them during the past few weeks, since we met
I already told you. I am writing for myself.
Yes, but... I phoned one of my friends this
morning. She knows someone who could help you publish your poems. You could
make a little extra money...
No... I don't want that. What I am
writing... I am writing for a different purpose.
What kind of purpose? To scrape through life
as a poor poet?
I am not one of those people who just writes
to become famous and make big money.
So why are you writing so much?
Writing and poetry are simply a part of me.
...as well as travelling. I know. You
already mentioned that. You know, you're quite strange. Sometimes I get the
impression that you are living in a different world. One which is far away from
Lasse's face darkens and for a moment he looks
I don't expect you to understand me. Not
many people do...
I'm sorry ... I didn't mean for you to take
Silence. Lasse looks absently into nowhere.
But after a while he smiles at her.
Alright. No problem. Let's go. The day is
too beautiful to spend it arguing. Every day is too beautiful to spend arguing!
Come on Ibsy!
He gets up, takes Ibsy by her hand and slowly
goes away with her.
Runa is disappointed. She puts some money on
the table and follows them.
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