Arnon Grunberg - Tirza

'a few years? A few decades you will mean.'

'You had do it,' he cried. 'If it really was so important, if the for you such a case, the self-made.'

'I have done,' she shouted back. 'yours i had nothing to expect.'

'Dan i understand fully not available to you and which complains ouwe cows here from the ditch will get out. Forget it. Spacious your memory. Make way for the future. Press and hold on your resentment and your resentment to legs. You are young. You have said so yourself. Beginning with something new. You are started with something new. That is what you did become you had been proposed, I am sorry but let me with rest, let Tirza with calm. She has had the already difficult enough.'

'Late?' she said. 'But Jörgen, nothing is too late. Nothing is really. You have dropped me my life. That is the state of affairs. I can make no place for the future. I can do in the future. Because it has yet to be somewhere, in my life. Here it is a lie. I am come to collect it.'

She looked around, they waved with her arm, they pointed to the bedroom.

Not good point, he thought. Typewritten. Even worse than in the past. Getikter than ever.

'I have the you returned. Three years ago. When you get to your houseboat had moved. As I already had received your. This was also the opinions diverge. I need you to nothing, is not to be forced children, do not lead to a marriage, not to sex. The were all your ideas.'

'precisely,' she cried, 'You say yourself. The were all my ideas. Everything we did, were always the my ideas.'

Both to hear something they thought and they fell silent. They have made to wake her. The child.

When they saw that they had made a mistake, she said softer than therefor: 'what that will i come, Jörgen. That is why I am here because I want to return.'

She looked around, slightly haggard, but no more insane, on a peculiar way less insane than ever. Sober and determined.

He sweat as if it were a tropical day was. He rubbed his forehead.

They looked at him, while her dress was in addition to her as if she had him thrown down because he was in the washing machine. He would have to pick him, he would wash him, he would give him the label ironing, when it gave permission to at least.

'which body part to the woman you will find actually the most repulsive, Jörgen?' she asked. Her voice now sounded blandly. 'The breasts? Or the buttocks? If you look at me, where disgusts me you than the most of?'

He felt his jaw. If he is calmly came the pain sometimes go back, it was actually no pain, it was aware that there was such a thing as a jaw.

'I have you already said that I am not a uniform. I love women.'

They laughed. It was an unpleasant and hard smile.

'But of what then? Of what for women? They need to be of Uranus or any other Solar System? The dwarves perhaps, female dwarfs?'

Ship's steward swallowed. He regretted that he had offered her to continue to sleep.

But he did not know how he had to solve the otherwise. She was published, with a suitcase, they had eaten, she had drunk after eating and drinking was sleeping. Only this he had not expected. He is not anticipated.

'Tirza sleeps. Let us talk gently.'

'I was asking you what. Of which women hold you? Of what kind of?'

His face stuck, his hands, and he felt his jaw, which attracted as a machine that is not properly adjusted.

'I have never them classified according to species. I am not your type. You not mine. Is that not enough? We now know is not sufficient, in so far as we do not have known for a long time? We have the beast together rarely woken up, might never, unfortunately. But we have two children. That is more important. The beast in us is dead.'

He walked to the washbasin, loved his head under the tap and drank. That the water was luke warm he didnt care, he drank eagerly.

'Not in me, Jörgen,' she said, 'in me the beast is not dead. You've done, but it lives. It lives.'

He turned the faucet and turned to. 'Mewe,' he said, 'but in my view it is dead and buried, I have overcome. I have it under control. I am stronger than the beast. That is why I am free and you not. Pull slightly. You vessel cold.'

'Your beast,' she said, 'really live i have never been able to mention. Live as beasts. Your beast from the outset was seriously injured. You have given me the illusion that the live and nuclear healthy, but that was only to entice me, to me here to drag. I was not here, I still had not taken my feed, or the beast died a plant that never get water. O, occasionally was the wake up, but that was all game. What I do not all have had to do to your beast from the winter sleep. That is a thing of the past, you are right. It is all a thing of the past. But now I am here, and as often as I am not, say the me Jörgen, otherwise I will go away with the idea that I spent all this time with a homo lived, that the father of my children a gay. That is not a matter, not that I have anything against homosexuals. But I say: what women winds you?'

He pushed his hands against his sleep as if he had a headache that he tried in that way.

'Just say it,' she said in her most charmingly voice, 'are the male women, women with moustaches, without breasts, women with short hair or no hair at all? Half the children? The disabled? Women with a wooden leg? Unscrew that they can before they reach your bed with creep?'

He shook his head.

'or are the are secretly men? Now you can say. I am your girlfriend, your best friend. Someone who knows everything about you and yet nothing very place because it all is behind it. The marriage. The affair.'

'I,' he said, he had to take and he had to take one more time while he tried the unpleasant feeling in his losing denounced, 'I hold of vulgar women.'

As she was quiet. Then she began to laugh. It estimates. She threw her head to the rear.

'How raunchy?'

'tacky. I do not know how. I believe that you should mention the so. Tacky. Now you know enough? Should we go to sleep? Is the past?'

They continued to laugh. She did not on laughing.

'I was not tacky enough? How raunchy should they are? For them to your requirements?'

'I don't,' he whispered. 'I do not know and you are tipsy.'

'Come on Jörgen, tell me. Tipsy, of that bottle of wine? Come on. You can tell me everything. Now you can tell us all about it. You need not be afraid that I am angry word. I will never get angry. I have no interest in further. I am indeed, as you said, there is nothing more. If you encounter a vulgar woman, the beast in you wake up again? Or is it really dead, as you said, dead?'

She did a step closer. He saw her breasts, not wrinkled, that were virtually intact. He looked to the side to the washbasin, where a green toothbrush next to a blue was ready for the morning.

'Cashiers,' he said. 'women who work in bakeries. Women in shops and canteens. What does the there is also increasing. Sales assistants, in all types and sizes.'

A hissing sound came from her mouth. Excessively long and exaggerated hissing. 'Series,' she said, 'is for you simply class struggle.'

'Color Plays.'

They picked him with his chin as the lady grasp a naughty pupil. Serious and ironic at the same time. The criminal belonged to the game. 'racist,' she said. 'Color Plays.'

She showed his chin. Do not disconnect. She came to some closer. They wanted him pillow. He felt the, he saw to the expression in her eyes. They hustle and bustle its lips on his. And he would answer her kiss, he had to answer her kiss, he could not be otherwise, even if it was to not to harm her, the mother of his children, the mother of Tirza. He could not refuse its kiss, if he so wished, he had to reply to him.

Although that was not easy from his position, he gave her a reprimand.

They stumbled. They balked at reverse. They cringed.