Prime Minister Olof Palme...
it's...
. "die.
Sadness is very heavy and unconscious feeling numb.
What happens when a Prime Minister dies, is exactly set in the constitution.
I see it and it's terrible.
You must have brought them.
Gunnar.
I can't stop thinking about you.
Can I talk to you?
Can we walk together like I did with my father sometimes?
In all the surprises and chaos, I saw oranges that you brought
They were not damaged. Free.
I did not see you at all, sir.
I must admit you.
My hard car hits your soft body -
- like nonsense boots in snow
My radio has been played.
I got out of the car.
I'm not...
I won't change it radio off before I exit.
Will I?
There are people everywhere.
That's when someone calls an ambulance.
I should have called an ambulance.
You lie there.
I am very sorry. I am very sorry
I hope I can turn around.
I deflect to miss the dog, sir.
I miss him.
But don't miss you.
Dogs that are not injured -
- I was eating ham from a sandwich It must be in your bag, Gunnar.
Ambulances come. Road closed.
They take you away, lights flash, sirens ring
I don't turn off the radio, right?
This is local news.
Russia plans military activities along the Crimean border...
Please tell me I don't turn off the radio!
The police take a statement from me.
And breathe my air in place.
Then, amazing, I took the orange.
Why do I do that?
To make the only fix I can, in a scene that can't be fixed?
I don't know, Gunnar.
I don't think I'm looking for your dog. What happened to that?
Who took it
I saw it and it was terrible.
A car crashing...
... a man. He died.
I won't be able to sleep tonight. After this...
That's so bad...
... to see it fall.
My murder killed me.
I know it's not my fault, but-
- crisis, orange, radio, dog...
And you lie there...
These things have rang like iron in my head
They make me feel angry.
I am afraid of my ability to hurt.
How long does it take?
You cross the road, then realize that your dog isn't there?
Then I hit you?
10 seconds?
Maybe 15?
They are not the only bad things That happens in my life.
But they are 15 seconds the purest in shock
They cannot be categorized. My nightmare
They will not sleep, they will not sleep be at that time They are still now.
They are more present than now, more here from here
Church of St Mark, Gunnar.
Are you religious
If so, and you live nearby, You might be here.
I don't know how to live, Gunnar.
Walk towards you
Sigurd Lewerentz makes this church When he is 75 years old.
I am also an architect, but I never thought made something like this
The brick was influenced by Persia.
Are emotions fused with walls, like birch trees?
St. Marks reminded me of a monastery.
I can stay here.
If it's not God's house.
Maybe the monks' cells are good hold back emotions, Gunnar?
Behind the wall?
There is a lake below.
Are you good in emotion, Gunnar?
What things in life knock you aside?
You don't fight in war, I think...
Sweden does not carry out war.
What is the great trauma of our country?
What is Stockholm?
Murder of Palme?
Chernobyl?
Sinking Estonia
But we don't have 9/11.
So maybe we are worse off dealing with with bad things from other countries?
Or am I worse?
Do you talk to your children, Gunnar?
Do you cry when watching an old movie? or listen to an old song?
Or Berwald music?
Do you like this darkness?
Can you answer me?
Will you answer me
Maybe this kind of medieval building is better in sadness, broken up - have all of us been clean lined up, are democratic?
There is another place, Gunnar.
Can we go there?
Engelbrekt church.
It was built in the 1910s, when your parents were born, Gunnar
Maybe they came here.
Have you ever been in here, Gunnar?
Why am I today?
Not for God.
For stories that can be shared?
To be with others, but alone?
Soar?
To hide I guess.
Large walls make me feel safe
I'm here to feel like a stranger.
Who can forgive me?
Can you?
Do I need to be forgiven?
I'm not wrong.
The police say so.
Gunnar, it's somewhere I've been wanting to leave for a long time.
Place of death and beauty.
Maybe today I can.
Asplund & apos; s and Lewerentz »s Forest cemetery
They want something new for the oldest thing in the world.
St Mark Lewerentz is very rude, very gray
But this is the chapel.
Gang high between tall trees.
He and Asplund use it to emphasize tallness, Gunnar.
I like this height.
Does that day have an orange in his mouth?
Do the birds fall from the tree?
Is the room still room this morning?
Are there still three things?
Do I pay attention to it?
In my days not days?
When am I too old to play?
When is life not cabaret?
Today's sun makes me think of Italy.
I walk, Gunnar.
Towards you.
I kneel.
I want to go inside.
Climb with me
Locked.
Maybe it's good.
Is there light in my eyes, Gunnar?
I haven't lost my mask yet?
Maybe I can peek.
See what's in front.
Wow.
This gives me vertigo.
Embarrassed vertigo.
I'm embarrassed by that 15 seconds, Gunnar.
I will be all my life.
God, Gunnar This reminds me of something.
In the Bible it is written that there are cities that were established as a refuge -
-for accidental killers.
People like me
People who are are afraid of being ostracized
There are several real cities in the real world.
Hebron and Golan are two of them, I think
Mother of the high priest in the city
- has clothes and food for accidental killers.
They live there. Out of sight
Like refugees.
Atoning.
I turn away.
I'm focused
And what do I see, Gunnar?
Maybe that, me?
Insect woman.
Climbing items.
Update yourself
Putting one foot in front of the other.
Maybe it's me.
All this works.
I have to go home and face music.
I like to spend time with you, Gunnar.
If only I could...
Your light, Stockholm.
That has come.
This is the best thing about you, the coming of light
Can I talk to you in a different way?
I thought too much yesterday.
So I will see and listen today
I don't mind where the day takes us
And we can sing songs with
Shifting the world
Show me your face
I was here yesterday
This swimming pool.
What is happiness?
I will try it
Don't see me
What is happiness?
Swimming naked
Freezing water
To surprise his body
To pump blood.
Your Lighthouse
I like it
50000 those light bulbs are made here every year
This glass box lights up at night.
This song is for you, my love
Good
Let's go.
You know where
I don't cry when something happens.
Tears come later.
That is my way in the sea.
My skateboard
Thank you
I came here all my life
Where is my happiness?
Your parents, Stockholm.
They break through the year.
Everything I've seen I've done.
So much of what I see is you.
Your Snow
The twilight light that it carries.
There is no city that is quieter when it snows.
Rain you
Remember that the last two columns rained?
What do I see?
No problem
I'm looking for
Seeing you
Look at yourself now
You just keep going
Asylum
Evacuation
Say something
Say something.
My happiness will return
Something overtook me a year ago.
Shame and fear
I think I'm a modern person.
But primitive feelings take over.
I can see them right now.
I have both in me.
You have both in you.
You are my lifeboat
Thank you
Should I dive?
What do you look like from underwater?