Arnon Grunberg - Tirza

'It is not a question of whether you will be able to do something about this, papa,' she said, 'What is important is that I am not against can. I am not against. Do you want to stop? Please keep in mind.'

They emphasized the need for every syllable.

Ship's steward looked to her. The half of its portion oven dish was left untouched on its board. With the other half was played only. He understood very little of the people. Sometimes even got his own children it incomprehensible for. Trusted, but strangely. Just like the guys that ship's steward from time to time in the morning in the bathroom had found, also seem strange yet familiar. As if they were the whole night in that bathroom on him were waiting. On him and a towel. The friends of his daughter, for whom he was not more than a glorified supernumerary, while he would still like to be, he wanted to lie to itself no longer, something else that we have that.

'Where should I stop?'

'Met to do so. With this call. With this ridiculous call. You must stop, otherwise against me to do than otherwise. You must stop this drama, dad. Just because that man sit here.'

When they 'human' said, was its voting harder, they shouted almost.

'Doe i than would otherwise?' asked ship's steward. He tried both his wife and his daughter at the same time to keep in the holes. Just as if they were going to tackle them if he would lose the eye. 'I am talking different? I eat different? Or am I suddenly stopped slurpen?' He smiled for its joke, but he was the only.

'You guzzles not, but you are talking about more than different, papa, yes. Otherwise I am especially talking and you bend or you ask: "What does her father?" And then we wash. And you say also almost nothing. You are listening to what I say. And that is not very. Sometimes I ask: "What have you experienced today?" And you say: "Not much." I think the fine. That is who you are. You can not do otherwise. And that is still more than what they can. Only this call, this is absolutely ridiculous call, I can not against.'

Ship's steward felt the scale of the oven dish. That was still hot.

'SOMS I am talking with you, Tirza. So now you know. You know that very well. And I read you often from the newspaper. The funny pieces. Also you know that.'

'It does not matter, dad. On your way I love you. On your way you are very sweet. And that your funny pieces from the newspaper articulates while we eat, I find nice too. I think they are not always funny but okay. You can find them funny. And that is the most important. But may I ask you what, now we are talking now that we not funny pieces from the newspaper to read, may I ask you something?'

'Yes, of course,' said ship's steward. 'Everything, Tirza. Everything you want.'

'Why have you that people will not kicked out the door?'

Just as he had the tendency to withdraw his lower lip, but he oppressed that need. Ship's steward donated still what wine on, first, when the wife Tirza and then itself. He tried the wife a glimpse of understanding, but she smiled bland snacks without him really to note. Then he said: 'You are kicking women not out the door, Tirza, and certainly no women with whom you have two children conceived. That man is your mother. I have therefore introduced in place of her to kick out the door. That seems to me to be a good reason. She is your mother. It was. It will always be.'

Tirza's mother pulled a face that here a other parent was discussed. Another mother with another child.

'Met trouble,' she said, while they played with her sunglasses 'met trouble, Jörgen, you have two children. O, talk you could well, talk, talk, talk. It seemed sometimes just an erotic hear in our game bed. But in order to make children you must do something, Jörgen. Not do something, better to do so. You must use your instrument in the correct hole stop.'

Hofmeesters thoughts were also hooks to that erotic hear game. He had itself regarded as a silent, discreet man, but on others he was apparently not so.

'she has been left in the lurch,' said Tirza and they stressed the fork to the woman who not so long ago its feet on a ship's steward had shown. There was still some oven dish to the fork and which was now on the table cloth. 'They had perhaps reason for you to leave in the insert, papa, since she had probably all sorts of good reasons for this, but they had no reason, absolutely no reason to me to abandon its voting did over'. Ship's steward felt panic rising. A terrible panic.

'Not with your fork, Tirza,' said the father. 'Not to do so. There may be accidents happen.'

And he region on his hair, as though that would help, as if the call in a different direction would push, innocent. The summers which previously were better. School. Africa if necessary. Public transport anywhere in the world.

Tirza's voice sounded increasingly fierce. Ship's steward knew what it meant. There would be wept. Tears, there he could not against. His own weakness made him nauseous. Which of his children made him furious.

Soon he looked to the wife who quiet of its wine drank and there was still like it its not really. He had to save the lot, and now, nobody else would do. No one else could do so.

'You must not say that,' said ship's steward. 'They did not left in the lurch. She has done to personal development.'

The wife was sleeping. They explained its support framework. 'You can safely say that I would not be your uithield, Jörgen Tirza knows as well as I do that know the whole neighborhood. That you do not have to mention self-development. These loony euphemisms of you always. It was not a self-development. I loved it here. Nobody had the holding out here. No one who is normal.'

'Well,' said ship's steward, 'self-development. We will provisionally on account. Is that not a reasonable compromise? Sometimes it is self-development is the same as the somewhere not warmest days. There is not much of a difference between the A and the other.'

'Papa,' shouted Tirza, 'do not so stupid. Do not be so today.'

'I want to eat at rest,' shouted ship's steward, 'Tirza, that is the only thing that I would like to. In rest food. I have this oven dish in the rest position. I would like him to eat in the rest position. And that is going to be successful. As I am that for three years is successful.'

The daughter did with her left hand on table. A fork fell on the ground. 'I do not wish to have that man to sit around the table,' she shouted. 'I want that man never see more. Never more.'

Tirza stood up. 'I hate,' she was screaming. 'It would have been better if you had come here. It would have been better if you had never here. I would like that you were dead.'

It ran from the top.

Ship's steward wiped his mouth a few times, freeing the bottle of wine a few centimeters and asked: 'Would you like a desert?'

The wife stared in its glass and removed a piece of cork that ended up therein. 'As she was always,' she said quietly.

'There is still some of yesterday,' he said. 'I have made tiramisu. I always do on Wednesday. I can offer you. Or fruit?'

'They may not forgive.'

'I can also fruit salad.'

'They may not forgive itself. Can you forgive yourself, Jörgen, can you yourself actually forgive?' It and put the sunglasses back on, if a her band.

'Fruit Salad? I will make that for you? It is so happened.'

The wife was sleeping.

'Well,' she said, 'let's talk about something else. If you want that necessarily. How are the glass washer?'

'What glass washer?'

'Die man who once a month the windows did, that old man. How is it?'

'O THAT,' said ship's steward, 'Yes, it is dead.'

He continued to be seated and picked to its lower lip.

'You have to learn how to cook,' said the wife. 'There must said.'

'Dank you,' said ship's steward.