I, Olga Hepnarova (Já, Olga Hepnarová)

I, OLGA HEPNAROVA

Get up, gins!

Olga, get up. I'm not going to tell you twice.

I don't want to go to school.

She took 10 pills of Meprobamat.

She just wanted to taste it, but that's nonsense.

We pumped her stomach. It should be okay.

Thank you.

To commit suicide you need a strong will, my child.

Something you certainly don't have. Accept it.

You don't need to be afraid.

Wanna fag?

I don't smoke.

Your mistake.

Ignore me.

I don't want anyone sneeking into my bed.

Why are you here?

What do I know.

For run-aways, I guess.

Olga, why don't you read more cheerful books?

Get lost.

I am alone, that's why I'm writing you.

I haven't spoken to my father since he last beat me in autumn.

Recently, I beat up my sister. For some petty matter.

Strangely, I don't regret it.

She used to beat me.

The only person to whom I speak a little is my mum.

But we have nothing to talk about. I can't talk to anybody.

I'm alone everywhere.

People just talk and gather and laugh even at things I don't find funny at all.

They talk just to say something, and believe that's quite fine.

I sit and sometimes I don't say a word all day.

I got used to it.

I treat people with scorn.

They may be offended, but I don't despise them.

I wonder how I will feel about them in the future.

In The Quiet American they say:

wouldn't we do better if we didn't try to understand each other

and just accepted that no human will ever understand another human,

not even wife and husband, lover and mistress

or parents and children?

If there is any freedom, then it is bigger in a man with no links to the others.

To people.

When I'm alone, I'm happy.

People cast me out and now they expect me to come back?

No, I will never do that.

I don't see myself as high as to stand against them.

Only my hatred will be against them.

Hatred that won't hurt anybody, except perhaps me myself.

We disturb you, don't we?

You do.

I try not to worry about loneliness but to be happy with it,

despite all the sadness and bitterness.

I'm telling you my thoughts and I'm not sure about them.

Am I so unhappy, or so happy? I don't know.

But I hope you can understand.

I want to go to Moravia for the holidays, on my bike.

My mother asked me: you want to do it alone?

She has no idea how lonely I am.

She's also surprised that I refuse to attend dance classes.

To learn to use social clichés? No, thanks.

I can do without people, so I can do without dancing as well.

I really wish I could rise above myself, as you wrote me before.

Thank you. Olga Hepnarova.

Deming, we haven't bought any gifts for your birthday yet. What would you like?

To get out of here.

So, bon appétit!

Don't stare.

Thank you.

Thanks.

Thank you.

Hello, how much today?

Thanks.

Next!

Your name, dammit!

Hey there.

Mum, please, I need help with the hut.

Yeah.

And some money.

Why don't we go for dinner?

What's your name?

And you?

Olga.

I'll do it.

Give it to me.

The stove won't be enough for the winter anyway.

- I'm not going home. - Oh please, Olga.

They let me repeat the exams, I'm working as a driver.

You're coming back for the winter.

Nobody's going to tell me what to do!

Especially not you! Nor my father, or my sister, nobody!

Get out!

- What do you want? - White wine.

Thanks.

You're completely mad.

Hi, do you want to come up?

- Hello. - Hi.

Thanks.

This is my girlfriend Jana.

Hi, I'm Jana.

I'm fed up. Want a coffee?

I'd like a beer.

Is it yours?

Don't be silly, it's Jana's.

Do we have something to drink?

So, what is it?

- 300 grams of salami and wine. - Pardon?

300 grams of salami and wine.

- What kind? - white.

White.

It's 9.80 CS K.

Olga, slow down, I'm pregnant.

You're invited for dinner.

Where do you get water?

At the pump.

Lunch is ready.

Hello, Olga.

Olga, you're not used to saying hello?

You get on a bus and don't say hello.

Even though you know the people.

That's just how I am.

Whatever, I don't care.

Do whatever you want.

Frantisek Ruzicka.

Jitka!

Jitka.

I've decided to give you my hut.

You don't want me?

What's wrong?

You're just a whore.

I've got Jana.

And other girls too!

Just like you do...

Sorry.

And this is it!

You say nothing.

You didn't mind before.

I don't like your dress, always wearing trousers.

You don't turn me on. Boring.

You're greasy and you smell of oil.

I'm a driver.

Don't be afraid.

I don't want to hurt you.

I want to kill myself.

I don't believe you!

- Don't be mad at me. - It's fine, nothing happened.

I'm sorry.

It's over, alright?

The water pipes burst in our street and in the next one.

Getting to work was a nightmare.

Hepnarova, you're disgusting. I'm going to stink even tomorrow

We're at a dead end!

We're not in a rush anyway.

If I were your mother I would hang you.

You don't need to bother. If I wanted I'd do it myself.

Come in.

Considering the complaint and all the circumstances...

I suggest to terminate comrade Hepnarova's work contract.

I suggest to terminate comrade Hepnarova's work contract.

Meanwhile, she should perform only assisting tasks

and be checked by the company's doctor.

That's all.

I know I'm a psycho, but an enlightened one.

One day you'll pay for your laughter and my tears.

- Hi, I'm Marika. - I'm Sandy Winiferová.

Let's go somewhere else.

Good morning, Miss.

Are you angry'?

Sorry, I didn't mean to bother you.

Why should I be angry?

I always have this look.

I am Mira.

Don’t worry'...

My old man beat me, kicked me, lashed my face with a carpet beater,

tortured me, stabbed my mother with a butcher knife... Such an animal.

My mother died 'amen I was 13.

Then I had a stepmother, if I can call her mother.

She was evil, nasty witch.

She was a Catholic fanatic and an even greater Nazi fanatic.

And this bitch was telling me all day about the German Übermensch.

A freak, total wacko.

All parents should be executed and children put into institutions.

But her brother was an extremely kind and noble man.

You either die or survive, but it was often fucking hard.

I'll bring two more.

Hey man, give me two more.

Drinking like hell, right?

Two beers for me!

Awesome. Come join us!

It was hard.

I was in jail, even. I'm a fully-fledged runaway.

They were chasing me all day.

I was in jail too.

Interesting.

I'm so ashamed I was dependent on people.

I'm not anymore.

I don't understand them and they don't understand me.

For example, at work they blamed me without any reason.

That happens a lot, all the time.

I hardly have any feelings for people.