Itsi Bitsi (Steppeulven)

"And will the nun say a prayer For children at the gate"

"That did not go and did not even ask:"

"Pray for those getting who have chosen a different path"

freely based on real events

Border area between Pakistan and India in October 1968

I long, with words that do not exist and thoughts that can not pronounce -

after seeing you.

Talking or not talking -

-only to see a person's eyes that I know has ever seen.

After a man about whom I know that she knows.

I want to travel back to Nepal .

I will try to stay healthy.

Dear Iben.

I do not know how it ends. But I know how it began.

Copenhagen, 1962

I had just glued posters against nuclear weapons. The police liked us.

It was the third time they took me the evening. This would provide bank.

But it was not just about weapons -

-but also about a Denmark which was stalled.

A country that had to be woken up and be changed.

Hey, Eik.

Eik work together with me. - Iben, my girlfriend.

So it is you who are oak.

-Carsten Talking about you. -Jaså? I never talk about Carsten.

Shut Eik.

Seriously, it costs us money when your posters being confiscated.

You need to be careful. I'm not fast enough.

Then you'll be faster. And much stronger.

There was at least one good thing being political activist...

I met Iben.

Eik Skalo. For a nice surname.

Iben is the daughter of Halfdan Rasmussen.

Hey. -Hi.

-Make It hurt? -No Then. There were three to one.

This is asphalt.

And this here...

... is baton...

I have to shit.

Hello! Come!

Thank you.

Page 1 in the unfinished novel.

I recorded the money a ticket -

fløy from Tehran to Bagdad-

-solgte leather jacket and went to a hotel.

This is the start of my novel about Biens life. And about the Flower lives.

About to open up their senses until you almost die.

and to survive it.

About to believe, although all other ends.

About to go and go and never come back when world opens up.

A week later I decided moving in with Iben.

For a swine you are, Eik. You're just a damn reactionary asshole.

Okay it.

Iben lived in a house in his grandmother's garden.

Der met one to talk and think.

We always fucked . We needed no other.

We kept us awake for to find out who we were.

We have to define us politically. -Why?

Freedom is being able to do what you want. Always.

-We Could be stowaways. We can hitchhike.

Everything just vibrated. There was something big in the air.

Everything is naive. So beautiful and so stupid at the same time.

We would change the distribution of power. We wanted disarmament.

We would get youth protest.

I wrote political commentary and complained about the authorities.

I had an opinion about everything.

For I did not have any longer.

-Eik! Your poem. Is that clear? -Yes.

Until I realized that politics not meant a jot.

-Diktet yours? Yes, it comes.

"To Iben."

"Interpreters your face. Your inscrutable eye removal

-I just secretly dare to spy."

It's a beautiful poem.

Damn, you were supposed to write poems about your idiotic love for Iben.

"Through thousand leaves, born of a sweating forest..."

What do you think? I start to doubt.

I actually had a poem.

I wrote about a bourgeois husband who was terrified of nuclear weapons.

But why are we so afraid of them? -Because They can destroy us.

-Keeps Not it a poem? -The DA

-but it's not just our fears makes threat into reality?

But dammit, oak...

-It does not make them less dangerous. -Without Fear, we forget the bomb.

But if we are afraid all the time, we forget the living.

You are becoming more and more reactionary.

Is there some joke with love when there are nuclear weapons?

Carsten had a new girl. Maj-Britt.

-Getting we be happy? -Getting We be horny?

She had run away from home and felt free.

-For any nonsense. -What?

He also has a meaning.

Eik no longer believe that we can change the world.

-Yes Then. -How?

See here.

-Sånn. Now I have changed the world. -What do you mean?

I have moved the bottle two cm. I created a stir in the world.

But I'm still the same person. -What do you mean by that?

How can we change the world if we can not change ourselves?

I want you go now. I can not bear to listen to you more.

-Iben And I can not wait for the bomb here. Fuck so selfish you are!

That's the Iben house. Stings of, I mean it!

Have you gone completely mad?

Why did you do that?

I want you for myself.

-It Can not get. Why not?

We are not like that. -How Are we, then?

Not like that, anyway.

But you...

Once it falls a nuclear bomb over Copenhagen.

Stop It Now, Oak.

Do you hear the plane?

Do you hear that?

Now it happens.

Right now.

Copenhagen is hit a nuclear bomb.

In only two minutes you reach to be taken by the pressure wave.

What would you do in the two minutes? What would you do?

It's appalling to contemplate. Yes, of course it is.

The destruction of a civilization is always appalling.

What would you do?

-breathing, Although I do not smoke... Yes.

No, you know what?

I would go home and die with mom and dad.

Yes, it would do.

Would it make any difference whether you was sad, happy or so so?

No.

So why not die happily to have lived?

Instead of going and make over that one should die?

What would you do?

About the remaining two minutes of life, is only one thing to think about.

Love.

I would think of you.

I think that you is in love with me for real.

Yes...

It's not so good.

I can not fathom that my boy turns 20 this year.

It feels like it was yesterday I cried,

"Is it a boy, he will be called oak! " The priest thought it was so strange.

"It's not a name, it is a sound," he said.

Iben father Halfdan Rasmussen, great writer.

Iben mother, Esther Nagel, also she is a well known author.

- My dad. And my sister. -... father and I hang scarce.

But father and I support you always in your choice of oak.

-Skål It forelskete pair now. Have you anything in jars?

-for Future. -Skål!

Mom, what do you mean by "love"?

Can one be loved? Can you love too much?

Or is it something that is "for" love? I do not like form.

-You Are well a couple? Pairs and married couples own apart.

Neither do we.

A new view of love would change the whole society.

What social would be better than this?

Any other communities had been better than today.

There is so much on television about bad breath and sweat.

Why we do not talk about politics instead?

Ending! -We Do not talk politics now.

I get so dry throat.

-We Bowls instead. -Skål!

What are you doing otherwise, Iben? -I And oak wash trains at night.

She started in the house of Rifbjerg. -The Author?

Oak will also be a writer.

What are you writing, Eik?

I do not know. I try working me into the language.

Writing is an incredible hardships.

There is no point in to go and wait for inspiration.

Sit at the computer every day! Possible you can accommodate more poetry than you think.

What went wrong between Bien and flower?

What really happened?

Was the old too fast or they were young for long?

What was it I wanted to do?

I would write the novel that changed everything.

I went to Paris to find fabric and look for authorship mine.

To express the ten thousand words who rummaged in my head.

= = I slept in parks with Existentialists -

and wrote home to flower.

Beloved Iben.

This gray morning in Paris I am so happy and so desperate.

The hardest work in the world is to change. To change.

MAN KAMP, chapter 9 An unfinished novel

Page 63: Back home in Copenhagen something happened.

Iben hit a man that looked like all women's dream man.

He was handsome, he was cool and smoked without a filter.

Who are you?

I... I...

But Henrik suffered from severe stuttering.

He had deserted from bodyguards because of bullying.

He moved to Canada, but there were worse to originate in English.

But Henry had other trick.

car.

The body. And plates.

Iben would express themselves artistically with his body.

Dancing, singing, small jumps.

She just did not know how she could use the body.

But it could Henrik help her!

I had no idea what they were doing, but then she wrote that she was on the way.

I got the room number to a hotel in Paris.

I just knew that Henry was a deserter who had given her a ride.

So I was surprised when I got see her naked and entangled -

= = -with a well-trained elite soldier.

Hello.