Drømmeren (2022–…): Season 1, Episode 6 - Part 6 - full transcript
Inspired by Karen Blixen's life and
letters with excerpts from The Dreamers.
- What have you got there?
- Look what I found in the attic.
My Pierrot costume.
- What else?
- Lots of things.
Your drawings, your poems.
I wonder if it still fits.
THE DREAMER
BECOMING KAREN BLIXEN
RUNGSTEDLUND
SUMMER 1938
Of course.
Everything is ready.
My lawyer has already seen to it.
I'm looking forward to it as well.
So long.
Did you finish the contract talks
with Putnam?
Yes. They will split the travel expenses
with Politiken and give you an advance.
It wasn't hard to negotiate
after your success with Out of Africa.
Well, here you are.
Here is your passport
for Germany, Great Britain and France.
ID, insurance as well as
the addresses of the Danish consulates.
- You ought to come, Petri.
- Very nice of you, but it won't do.
You never know
when a lawyer might come in handy.
It's fascinating
that you're to report from Germany.
Bring up your hand. Yes, that's it.
When I was an apprentice in Berlin,
we went to Romanisches Café -
- across the street from Gedächtniskirche.
But I think it's closed now.
- Does your friend still live there?
- Everyone has left. Aren't you scared?
Of the Nazis?
No.
It's odd for an entire country
to believe in a lie.
And a country with such spirit at that.
- I read that you're going to Mecca.
- That is one of my favorite plans.
Arabia, how enticing.
Yes, look at me.
Exactly.
Mother?
Mother?
Mother!
Mother, can you hear me?
Alfred! Gerda!
Call for an ambulance!
- What a silly mess.
- The doctor is on his way.
- He'll tell us what's wrong.
- Did you close the henhouse?
Yes. And Alfred counted them.
Good. I saw the fox lurking around
the other day.
Yes, so you said.
It's her blood pressure.
And her heart rhythm.
One of us had better move in
when you go to Berlin.
I can't go to Berlin
with Mother's condition so uncertain.
Karen, what are your plans
for the future?
Where are you going to live if ...
... when Mother dies?
Why, I don't know.
Paris or London.
I'd prefer you
to get an apartment in Denmark.
Close to the rest of us.
I'm going to look into the financials,
anyway.
It would be such a shame
if we had to sell Rungstedlund.
That would be a disaster.
Why would it come to that?
Because we are five heirs. Unless
one of us buys out the other four ...
- You'd sell to split the inheritance?
- That's what I want to avoid.
Petri, I'd like an overview
of my savings.
And I'd like to look into
Rungstedlund's deeds and mortgages.
Of course.
- Cigarette?
- Thank you.
A shame about my trip,
but the world isn't going anywhere.
True, Baroness.
Beautiful.
Yes.
Karen ...
The enticing thing about this wizardess
is not the tale she tells -
- but the way she tells it,
the light she shines on things.
A magnificent artist, and
a human being so wise it almost hurts.
A truly unique artistic genius.
A writer whose first book we didn't get -
- but whose second book
we welcome doubly.
It has been a privilege to publish
such a beautiful work.
We won't complain about having to print
all of three editions before publishing.
So to quote the Sunday Times:
"She handles language
like it is supposed to be handled."
I now ask the author of
Out of Africa -
- Baroness Blixen, to join me.
Cheers.
That author Tom Kristensen,
what a rascal.
Are you okay?
- You must be tired.
- Let me just sit here.
How Marcus Cocoza had managed to get
his heavy carriage up that mountain road -
- through the snowy night,
no one could tell.
He seemed capable of almost anything.
He looked at the three noblemen
with profound sadness -
- the depth of his loss
etched on his face.
He invited them into his carriage
and there he told them his story.
I know this woman, and I've known her
since she was very young.
You see ...
... she was in fact a famous
opera singer, Pellegrina Leoni.
She used to be the star
of the Opera of Milan.
The audience adored her.
When she sang -
- she melted people's hearts
and filled their eyes with tears.
Her lovers came and went,
but they meant very little to her.
You see, to Pellegrina Leoni -
- nothing in real life
could ever match her dreams.
Then one evening, it was ...
... during Mozart's Don Giovanni ...
... second act.
Pellegrina Leoni came on stage
to sing the part of Donna Anna.
Meeting and ...
When suddenly,
big logs of burning wood -
- started to fall down onto the stage
all around her.
The audience panicked,
but Pellegrina Leoni kept on singing.
The opera burned down to the ground.
For many weeks -
- she was unconscious.
She had been hit by a burning log -
- and had a deep burn
from her ear to the collarbone.
I want my ceremony
beneath the pine trees.
No clergyman, please.
And then I hope we will sing songs.
Your mercy extends to the heavens,
oh Lord.
Your faithfulness reaches
your clouds.
Cross mountains
your hand of justice extends.
Cross mountains and villages far.
Of course, Ingemann should be
at Mother's funeral.
Look at you, Mother.
- No wonder Father fell in love with you.
- Oh Karen.
Tommy says we might be forced to sell
Rungstedlund when Mother dies.
- Can't he afford to take over?
- Yes, if he gets a good price for Vænget.
- You think Tommy will take over?
- Anders has Lerbækgård.
Little Karen will take over Valdemarskilde
after Viggo.
And I have plenty of property.
If Tommy takes over, you can stay
until you find something else.
Where would you like to live, Karen?
It's all rather abstract
when Mother's still alive.
Yes ...
Okay, I'll start with this one.
- Then it's my turn. Take one.
- Remember, I always win.
I'll turn on the gramophone
to create some atmosphere.
- And the ...
- I'll deal four cards, right?
Four each,
and I'll turn on the gramophone.
Let's hear some Grieg.
I must be a bit tired.
I'll help you undress, Ingeborg.
- Hold onto my shoulder ...
- Alright.
- Alright. And lift.
- Let me, Mother.
Your arms all the way up.
Meeting and parting is life all along
Parting and meeting is hope's song
How precious your loving-kindness is,
O God!
Where children of men dwell.
In the dark, the wing of love is wide
We hide beneath its shadow.
Thou quenchest in the desert
the thirsty.
Soul, thou rescuest the trembling dove.
With thee life is eternal.
And light in thy light we see.
One night when I was 14 ...
... we children were awakened
by deep roars and loud shouting.
Our room was bathed
in a flickering red light.
Through the windows
we saw our mother, running -
- straight into the flames
to rescue the animals.
Emerge ... and run back in again.
The wing burned down. And you never
got your stable back, Mother.
But the picture of my mother
was burned into my mind.
A mother who hurled herself into Hell
to rescue the living.
That's the kind of mother we've had.
I've had.
Over and over again,
she rescued me from the burning flames.
The flames of my soul.
Of my doubt.
And the flames of hate.
You rescued me from the hell
I had slid into ...
... like you rescued your horse
from the stable.
I don't owe you one life ...
... but many lives.
Goodbye, Ingeborg.
And thank you.
- Here you are.
- Thank you, Tommy.
How are you, Knud?
Fine, thank you. And you?
Knud isn't with Reitzels anymore.
I'd like to spend more time
in South Jutland, promoting Danishness.
Thank God someone will defend us
should the Germans attack us.
Oh, I doubt they will.
I'd like to brief you.
My lawyer has looked into
our options to keep Rungstedlund.
We ought to be able to buy Anders's and
Little Karen's shares of the mortgages.
- And then it gets complicated.
- We don't want anything.
Nothing?
You're entitled to a fifth.
Knud and I agree
Rungstedlund should stay in the family.
- So I waive my share.
- Are you serious?
Yes, we are. Truly.
Tommy, we'd be delighted
to have you take over.
Thank you.
What if I want to stay here?
Stay here?
But you want to travel
to Berlin and Paris -
- and America and Mecca.
Let's not discuss it any further.
It is Mother's funeral, after all.
Right.
We'll discuss it some other time.
... between the dadaists
and the surrealists -
- this breakdown of the
avant-garde movement in Paris -
- and each of them standing up
for their own manifesto.
Denys just told me about the riots
at the dadaist play in Paris.
It's alarming how serious they are
about stuff with ... no meaning.
Does it mean nothing -
- or absolutely nothing?
Would it be appropriate to celebrate the
new surrealist movement with bubbles?
Bubbles are always appropriate.
He's wonderful.
After the fire, Pellegrina was left
with a huge scar, Cocoza told us.
And a few days later, they realized
she'd lost her singing voice.
She could speak.
But she would never again be able
to sing one note.
She was devastated of course.
She tried to kill herself.
But finally one day she called on me.
And that is when she told me
that she would never again -
- be only one woman.
She would be many different characters.
And whenever she got too attached
to one specific -
- she would leave that one behind.
And become someone else.
Since then,
I have followed her like a shadow.
And whenever she wanted
to change identities, I've helped her.
I've seen her become Madame Lola.
Rosalba.
Olalla.
And many others.
I need information
on how to establish a foundation.
I'd like to run Rungstedlund
as a writers community.
Perhaps establish a residency
for a young talent.
Have you discussed this
with your siblings?
Johannes Ewald wrote his works
at Rungstedlund.
It's a historic place
with a strong literary spirit.
It requires financial goodwill.
Tommy is the only one in question.
I must be able to pay him something.
But far from everything.
Your brother has a property he can sell,
so his situation is different.
Running Rungstedlund is not
altogether cheap.
Let's begin by looking into the facts.
And then we'll take one step at a time.
Right?
You know very well that Jonna and I are
considering selling Vænget and moving in.
- Perhaps you were a bit hasty?
- Hasty?
- I'm the eldest, and I live here.
- Your taking over is new to us.
Mother's death is very new.
But you have your career,
your travels to America, Berlin ...
You have a mansion
and a fixed allowance.
Tommy has a family.
And I'm happily relieved of that?
I haven't got all the money now, so you'd
have to put off your inheritance ...
- Listen, Karen ...
- A year or two, till my next book is out.
- I'm considering a foundation.
- What kind of foundation?
Dedicated to preserving Rungstedlund
as a cultural heritage site.
- Who's going to pay?
- Relax, Tommy. Not you.
I'd rather hang than be dependent again.
Oh no, you just want to travel the world
and live in a 50-acre estate!
It's never-ending!
It'll end up like Kenya,
a bottomless hole that we have to fill.
Did you just say that?
You who inherited everything.
Who got everything for free.
- Karen, stop.
- No.
What's your contribution, Tommy? Have
you ever earned a single honest penny?
- I'm going home.
- Tommy, stay.
You know very well that Mother wanted
Rungstedlund to be an artists' house.
A place for the extraordinary and not ...
- Go ahead. And not what?
- An ordinary family home.
Fine, Karen.
Raise the money to buy me out
and keep your independence.
Tommy ...
Tommy!
Tommy, wait!
Tommy.
I do understand
that Anna, little Ingeborg and Thora -
- would love to grow up
at Rungstedlund.
But ...
They already have a wonderful house.
Perhaps you're right.
Perhaps I am afraid of the future,
of not creating something of value.
And here I'm safe.
Rungstedlund is like a part of my body.
I miss you, Tommy.
We used to be so close.
I don't need anyone, Tommy -
- except you.
Everything is so strange without Mother.
Have a cup of tea, Karen.
Did you bring your manuscript?
You said you would.
Yes.
- Aren't you too tired?
- No.
I'd love the diversion.
- Then I'll get it.
- Thank you.
Yes?
Do you want to read aloud?
I'll be gentle.
But I have to say the truth,
or else it won't be of any use to you.
No, no, Elle!
- Elle, why did you do that?
- Because ...
Karen.
I'll take care of the financial side
of things. I'll buy out Tommy.
We'll set up your foundation.
AUTUMN 1939
I therefore resolve to speak to Poland
in the same language -
- in which Poland has addressed us
for such a long time.
You've led a very dramatic life.
You lost your father at a young age.
A sister -
- several friends in Africa
and of course your beloved farm.
One of your characters, Mira Jama,
in The Dreamers, I believe, said:
"To truly love God,
you must love change."
How do you do that?
Well ... he also said,
"You must love a joke."
A dear friend of mine once taught me -
- that it is not what happens to you
in life that makes you happy or unhappy.
It is not what you do or don't do
that determines your happiness.
It is the mere fact
that you never cease to respond.
That you never cease to answer
to what occurs in your life.
And the better you become at accepting
whatever happens in your life -
- God's plan, if you will ...
... the happier you will become.
This is my story, Mira.
I sometimes wonder what would
have become of Pellegrina Leoni ...
... if she were still alive.
She might have been with us -
- here tonight.
She was good company.
Would have fitted in well.
Or she might have become
a dancer of Mombasa.
Or gone into the highlands with us -
- on an expedition for ivory and slaves.
Or perhaps she would have turned herself
into a pretty, little jackal.
Running upon the hills.
Playing with her own small -
- graceful shadow.
Subtitles: Helle Schou Kristiansen
Dansk Video Tekst
letters with excerpts from The Dreamers.
- What have you got there?
- Look what I found in the attic.
My Pierrot costume.
- What else?
- Lots of things.
Your drawings, your poems.
I wonder if it still fits.
THE DREAMER
BECOMING KAREN BLIXEN
RUNGSTEDLUND
SUMMER 1938
Of course.
Everything is ready.
My lawyer has already seen to it.
I'm looking forward to it as well.
So long.
Did you finish the contract talks
with Putnam?
Yes. They will split the travel expenses
with Politiken and give you an advance.
It wasn't hard to negotiate
after your success with Out of Africa.
Well, here you are.
Here is your passport
for Germany, Great Britain and France.
ID, insurance as well as
the addresses of the Danish consulates.
- You ought to come, Petri.
- Very nice of you, but it won't do.
You never know
when a lawyer might come in handy.
It's fascinating
that you're to report from Germany.
Bring up your hand. Yes, that's it.
When I was an apprentice in Berlin,
we went to Romanisches Café -
- across the street from Gedächtniskirche.
But I think it's closed now.
- Does your friend still live there?
- Everyone has left. Aren't you scared?
Of the Nazis?
No.
It's odd for an entire country
to believe in a lie.
And a country with such spirit at that.
- I read that you're going to Mecca.
- That is one of my favorite plans.
Arabia, how enticing.
Yes, look at me.
Exactly.
Mother?
Mother?
Mother!
Mother, can you hear me?
Alfred! Gerda!
Call for an ambulance!
- What a silly mess.
- The doctor is on his way.
- He'll tell us what's wrong.
- Did you close the henhouse?
Yes. And Alfred counted them.
Good. I saw the fox lurking around
the other day.
Yes, so you said.
It's her blood pressure.
And her heart rhythm.
One of us had better move in
when you go to Berlin.
I can't go to Berlin
with Mother's condition so uncertain.
Karen, what are your plans
for the future?
Where are you going to live if ...
... when Mother dies?
Why, I don't know.
Paris or London.
I'd prefer you
to get an apartment in Denmark.
Close to the rest of us.
I'm going to look into the financials,
anyway.
It would be such a shame
if we had to sell Rungstedlund.
That would be a disaster.
Why would it come to that?
Because we are five heirs. Unless
one of us buys out the other four ...
- You'd sell to split the inheritance?
- That's what I want to avoid.
Petri, I'd like an overview
of my savings.
And I'd like to look into
Rungstedlund's deeds and mortgages.
Of course.
- Cigarette?
- Thank you.
A shame about my trip,
but the world isn't going anywhere.
True, Baroness.
Beautiful.
Yes.
Karen ...
The enticing thing about this wizardess
is not the tale she tells -
- but the way she tells it,
the light she shines on things.
A magnificent artist, and
a human being so wise it almost hurts.
A truly unique artistic genius.
A writer whose first book we didn't get -
- but whose second book
we welcome doubly.
It has been a privilege to publish
such a beautiful work.
We won't complain about having to print
all of three editions before publishing.
So to quote the Sunday Times:
"She handles language
like it is supposed to be handled."
I now ask the author of
Out of Africa -
- Baroness Blixen, to join me.
Cheers.
That author Tom Kristensen,
what a rascal.
Are you okay?
- You must be tired.
- Let me just sit here.
How Marcus Cocoza had managed to get
his heavy carriage up that mountain road -
- through the snowy night,
no one could tell.
He seemed capable of almost anything.
He looked at the three noblemen
with profound sadness -
- the depth of his loss
etched on his face.
He invited them into his carriage
and there he told them his story.
I know this woman, and I've known her
since she was very young.
You see ...
... she was in fact a famous
opera singer, Pellegrina Leoni.
She used to be the star
of the Opera of Milan.
The audience adored her.
When she sang -
- she melted people's hearts
and filled their eyes with tears.
Her lovers came and went,
but they meant very little to her.
You see, to Pellegrina Leoni -
- nothing in real life
could ever match her dreams.
Then one evening, it was ...
... during Mozart's Don Giovanni ...
... second act.
Pellegrina Leoni came on stage
to sing the part of Donna Anna.
Meeting and ...
When suddenly,
big logs of burning wood -
- started to fall down onto the stage
all around her.
The audience panicked,
but Pellegrina Leoni kept on singing.
The opera burned down to the ground.
For many weeks -
- she was unconscious.
She had been hit by a burning log -
- and had a deep burn
from her ear to the collarbone.
I want my ceremony
beneath the pine trees.
No clergyman, please.
And then I hope we will sing songs.
Your mercy extends to the heavens,
oh Lord.
Your faithfulness reaches
your clouds.
Cross mountains
your hand of justice extends.
Cross mountains and villages far.
Of course, Ingemann should be
at Mother's funeral.
Look at you, Mother.
- No wonder Father fell in love with you.
- Oh Karen.
Tommy says we might be forced to sell
Rungstedlund when Mother dies.
- Can't he afford to take over?
- Yes, if he gets a good price for Vænget.
- You think Tommy will take over?
- Anders has Lerbækgård.
Little Karen will take over Valdemarskilde
after Viggo.
And I have plenty of property.
If Tommy takes over, you can stay
until you find something else.
Where would you like to live, Karen?
It's all rather abstract
when Mother's still alive.
Yes ...
Okay, I'll start with this one.
- Then it's my turn. Take one.
- Remember, I always win.
I'll turn on the gramophone
to create some atmosphere.
- And the ...
- I'll deal four cards, right?
Four each,
and I'll turn on the gramophone.
Let's hear some Grieg.
I must be a bit tired.
I'll help you undress, Ingeborg.
- Hold onto my shoulder ...
- Alright.
- Alright. And lift.
- Let me, Mother.
Your arms all the way up.
Meeting and parting is life all along
Parting and meeting is hope's song
How precious your loving-kindness is,
O God!
Where children of men dwell.
In the dark, the wing of love is wide
We hide beneath its shadow.
Thou quenchest in the desert
the thirsty.
Soul, thou rescuest the trembling dove.
With thee life is eternal.
And light in thy light we see.
One night when I was 14 ...
... we children were awakened
by deep roars and loud shouting.
Our room was bathed
in a flickering red light.
Through the windows
we saw our mother, running -
- straight into the flames
to rescue the animals.
Emerge ... and run back in again.
The wing burned down. And you never
got your stable back, Mother.
But the picture of my mother
was burned into my mind.
A mother who hurled herself into Hell
to rescue the living.
That's the kind of mother we've had.
I've had.
Over and over again,
she rescued me from the burning flames.
The flames of my soul.
Of my doubt.
And the flames of hate.
You rescued me from the hell
I had slid into ...
... like you rescued your horse
from the stable.
I don't owe you one life ...
... but many lives.
Goodbye, Ingeborg.
And thank you.
- Here you are.
- Thank you, Tommy.
How are you, Knud?
Fine, thank you. And you?
Knud isn't with Reitzels anymore.
I'd like to spend more time
in South Jutland, promoting Danishness.
Thank God someone will defend us
should the Germans attack us.
Oh, I doubt they will.
I'd like to brief you.
My lawyer has looked into
our options to keep Rungstedlund.
We ought to be able to buy Anders's and
Little Karen's shares of the mortgages.
- And then it gets complicated.
- We don't want anything.
Nothing?
You're entitled to a fifth.
Knud and I agree
Rungstedlund should stay in the family.
- So I waive my share.
- Are you serious?
Yes, we are. Truly.
Tommy, we'd be delighted
to have you take over.
Thank you.
What if I want to stay here?
Stay here?
But you want to travel
to Berlin and Paris -
- and America and Mecca.
Let's not discuss it any further.
It is Mother's funeral, after all.
Right.
We'll discuss it some other time.
... between the dadaists
and the surrealists -
- this breakdown of the
avant-garde movement in Paris -
- and each of them standing up
for their own manifesto.
Denys just told me about the riots
at the dadaist play in Paris.
It's alarming how serious they are
about stuff with ... no meaning.
Does it mean nothing -
- or absolutely nothing?
Would it be appropriate to celebrate the
new surrealist movement with bubbles?
Bubbles are always appropriate.
He's wonderful.
After the fire, Pellegrina was left
with a huge scar, Cocoza told us.
And a few days later, they realized
she'd lost her singing voice.
She could speak.
But she would never again be able
to sing one note.
She was devastated of course.
She tried to kill herself.
But finally one day she called on me.
And that is when she told me
that she would never again -
- be only one woman.
She would be many different characters.
And whenever she got too attached
to one specific -
- she would leave that one behind.
And become someone else.
Since then,
I have followed her like a shadow.
And whenever she wanted
to change identities, I've helped her.
I've seen her become Madame Lola.
Rosalba.
Olalla.
And many others.
I need information
on how to establish a foundation.
I'd like to run Rungstedlund
as a writers community.
Perhaps establish a residency
for a young talent.
Have you discussed this
with your siblings?
Johannes Ewald wrote his works
at Rungstedlund.
It's a historic place
with a strong literary spirit.
It requires financial goodwill.
Tommy is the only one in question.
I must be able to pay him something.
But far from everything.
Your brother has a property he can sell,
so his situation is different.
Running Rungstedlund is not
altogether cheap.
Let's begin by looking into the facts.
And then we'll take one step at a time.
Right?
You know very well that Jonna and I are
considering selling Vænget and moving in.
- Perhaps you were a bit hasty?
- Hasty?
- I'm the eldest, and I live here.
- Your taking over is new to us.
Mother's death is very new.
But you have your career,
your travels to America, Berlin ...
You have a mansion
and a fixed allowance.
Tommy has a family.
And I'm happily relieved of that?
I haven't got all the money now, so you'd
have to put off your inheritance ...
- Listen, Karen ...
- A year or two, till my next book is out.
- I'm considering a foundation.
- What kind of foundation?
Dedicated to preserving Rungstedlund
as a cultural heritage site.
- Who's going to pay?
- Relax, Tommy. Not you.
I'd rather hang than be dependent again.
Oh no, you just want to travel the world
and live in a 50-acre estate!
It's never-ending!
It'll end up like Kenya,
a bottomless hole that we have to fill.
Did you just say that?
You who inherited everything.
Who got everything for free.
- Karen, stop.
- No.
What's your contribution, Tommy? Have
you ever earned a single honest penny?
- I'm going home.
- Tommy, stay.
You know very well that Mother wanted
Rungstedlund to be an artists' house.
A place for the extraordinary and not ...
- Go ahead. And not what?
- An ordinary family home.
Fine, Karen.
Raise the money to buy me out
and keep your independence.
Tommy ...
Tommy!
Tommy, wait!
Tommy.
I do understand
that Anna, little Ingeborg and Thora -
- would love to grow up
at Rungstedlund.
But ...
They already have a wonderful house.
Perhaps you're right.
Perhaps I am afraid of the future,
of not creating something of value.
And here I'm safe.
Rungstedlund is like a part of my body.
I miss you, Tommy.
We used to be so close.
I don't need anyone, Tommy -
- except you.
Everything is so strange without Mother.
Have a cup of tea, Karen.
Did you bring your manuscript?
You said you would.
Yes.
- Aren't you too tired?
- No.
I'd love the diversion.
- Then I'll get it.
- Thank you.
Yes?
Do you want to read aloud?
I'll be gentle.
But I have to say the truth,
or else it won't be of any use to you.
No, no, Elle!
- Elle, why did you do that?
- Because ...
Karen.
I'll take care of the financial side
of things. I'll buy out Tommy.
We'll set up your foundation.
AUTUMN 1939
I therefore resolve to speak to Poland
in the same language -
- in which Poland has addressed us
for such a long time.
You've led a very dramatic life.
You lost your father at a young age.
A sister -
- several friends in Africa
and of course your beloved farm.
One of your characters, Mira Jama,
in The Dreamers, I believe, said:
"To truly love God,
you must love change."
How do you do that?
Well ... he also said,
"You must love a joke."
A dear friend of mine once taught me -
- that it is not what happens to you
in life that makes you happy or unhappy.
It is not what you do or don't do
that determines your happiness.
It is the mere fact
that you never cease to respond.
That you never cease to answer
to what occurs in your life.
And the better you become at accepting
whatever happens in your life -
- God's plan, if you will ...
... the happier you will become.
This is my story, Mira.
I sometimes wonder what would
have become of Pellegrina Leoni ...
... if she were still alive.
She might have been with us -
- here tonight.
She was good company.
Would have fitted in well.
Or she might have become
a dancer of Mombasa.
Or gone into the highlands with us -
- on an expedition for ivory and slaves.
Or perhaps she would have turned herself
into a pretty, little jackal.
Running upon the hills.
Playing with her own small -
- graceful shadow.
Subtitles: Helle Schou Kristiansen
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