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Thank you kindly, have a lovely day.

Just a minute!

Here too.

Unless you change your mind, this becomes final in a month.

Thanks, Pusa.

My sympathies.

-I'm sick of playing his mother. -Stop it!

I've had enough!

Have a nice day.

See you next month on the 20th.

I want to rewrite it from scratch.

Same thread, different paradigm.

I'm reinventing myself.

It's already scheduled for printing.

I'll move back with my mother, take a break, then rewrite it.

I'm getting divorced, Tedi.

That sucks.

How about you take over Cipicu's residence?

-He can't go, his brother died. -The Rocker died?

-Heart attack at 39. -Oh man.

Will you?

I can't. If it wasn't for the divorce, I would.

Please, the change will do you good.

Berlin is awesome.

-It's in Berlin? -Yes.

Excuse me.

Hello.

May he rest in peace.

-My condolences. -Ducu sends his condolences.

I don't think he can make it tomorrow morning.

Get a wreath for him too.

What time?

I won't change my mind. I'm only sorry I didn't do it sooner.

This has been dragging on for two years.

We have nothing in common anymore.

I'm the company manager and he's the fussy client.

I've just stopped believing in this.

I think this is the right thing to do.

At least I finally saw the light.

-I can't stay to eat. -At least a meatball.

Who's my sweetie-cutie?

-I made you a list. -You think I'm senile?

Don't feed her junk, she'll bloat.

The poor dear is starving, she can't even meow!

Hello?

Good morning.

Very well, thank you for asking.

And you?

Could I call back a little later?

Monster cabinet!

Monster cabinet!

Monster cabinet?

Monster cabinet! Thrusday, Friday and Saturday.

Monster cabinet!

Monster cabinet! Saturday.

Monster cabinet!

Monster cabinet!

Hello, Giulia?

This is Ducu.

Hi, it's me.

Sorry to bother you.

Can you remember my address here in Berlin?

-Giulia. -Hey.

-For you. -Thanks.

Giulia goes green! Who'd have thought?

I certainly wouldn't have.

But I realised it was what I needed.

A simpler life.

Keeping busy.

So what do you do in this Eco Village?

We work.

In the garden, in the kitchen…

I also hold seminaries, excuse me, seminars.

I see. Nice!

Wait, I'll sign you up as a guest.

Here is my villa.

-"Martinelly"? -I bought it like that.

Come!

-What's his name again? -Markus.

Little imp.

He looks like you.

-Do you have any children? -No.

Luckily, since I'm getting divorced.

-Your wife is an attorney, right? -Yes.

Tough, but what can you do?

I know what it's like. I got divorced six years ago.

He died since.

Oh no, should I reconsider the divorce?

He didn't die of a broken heart. It was an accident.

-I'm sorry. -It's OK.

I had a rough patch, but I'm fine now.

You know what this trailer reminds me of?

Our loft back in Bucharest.

Want some sliced bread with oil, like in the old days?

No.

How about some yoga on the roof, though?

The shoes stay out.

Sit down when you pee, it's a urine-diverting toilet.

For poop, just sprinkle sawdust on top.

-Doesn't it stink? -No.

No flushing at all?

No, we compost it into fertiliser.

-It's a Swedish model. -Damn smart Swedes!

-Good luck. -Thanks.

-Thank you. -He'll be here.

He'll be here in a minute.

Markus, come to say hello to Ducu.

Ducu is an old friend from Romania.

Hi, Markus.

Do you want to respond in Romanian? Say "Buna, Ducu".

Markus.

You can speak in German.

He understands Romanian, but he's shy.

It's not nice, Markus!

He pinches me when he's nervous.

When he was smaller, my legs were bruised all over.

Markus, come here, please.

-What's that? -Veggie soup.

It's more like our stews, and spicy.

-This is spinach. -No, thanks.

Potatoes.

No meatballs or steaks?

No, we're meat-free.

Salad?

Manfred, this is my friend, Ducu, I've told you about him.

Manfred is a playwright.

He and his wife have joined us recently.

He's my disciple, I help him get settled in.

All new arrivals get a mentor.

Ulli there was my mentor.

Please turn that off.

I'm sorry.

It's my fault, I should have told you.

Enjoy your meal.

Hi.

Sorry for making you wait.

-You work in the kitchen too? -We all take turns.

Still on Dunhills?

-Can I have one? -No, they're polluting.

Here.

Thanks.

It tastes better than I remembered.

How about coming to Berlin?

I will, for the Zug.

-The what? -"Zug der Liebe."

It's a parade, a bunch of us go.

You could come too.

Yeah, I'm crazy about parades.

Come on, you'll like it.

Hello.

Sorry I couldn't pick up yesterday.

What cream?

Yes, I took a small jar.

I didn't know it was your eye cream.

Thanks.

My writing is going great.

-This thing isn't working. -How so?

The camera thing is off.

-Press there. -Here?

-Hi. -Right.

Ducu dear, what's this? You used to have such nice handwriting.

What is this word?

-What are the two of you doing? -I missed Titi.

Ducu, I don't like this.

My blood pressure's gone up. Dear, why are you doing this?

-Who's a good boy? -Ask Andra, since she's with you.

I have, of course.

She says you don't love her anymore. Really?

Do you know she called me a shameless parasite?

Language, dear!

-We're not children, Mum. -She says you're a child.

Look, baby, who's there? Where is daddy?

-Andra, dear, you talk to him. -Say "meow"!

See you in the morning.

Kisses, darling.

Markus…

I couldn't tell him I'm sleeping at your place.

Why not?

He's a Cancer, he's so sensitive.

Have some Romanian liquid courage.

Firewater.

You'll let me read your book, right?

If you're good.

Usually I don't let anyone read it before it's out.

Pure medicine.

Your medicine's gone straight to my knees.

That feels so good.

You know what would make this perfect?

An ear massage.

Excuse me, Manfred.

Want to come?

I'll wait here.

If you change your mind, there are towels there.

Are you coming?

I'll be right back.

Markus, what are you doing?

Mother, wake up, I'm hungry.

Hey, what's up?

Come here.

Sit down.