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common? I wait for it to grow dark and turn off the light in
my room too, so that I can watch TV with my old lady. I
match the flickering light and the colors with the flickering
light and colors in her room. It’s not this channel, not this
one, not this one… Aha, this one matches. Bravo, granny,
you’re watching a cultural channel. Hey, I’ve seen this
movie. It’s Hanneke’s Amour. We’re past the halfway point
in the movie. I know it by heart. This movie will kill my
granny. Come on, lady. Please don’t watch this. I wonder if
she’s watched the scene when they’re having breakfast, and
the woman freezes an egg for her husband. Or when the
husband is afraid of his wife’s blank stare. You shouldn’t
watch this. Turn it off, my dear, don’t watch it, I beg you. I
want all the electricity in the whole world to go off.
The old people have come together. The actor is eighty-five
years old, the actress – eighty, the director – seventy. Over
two hours, they slowly move on the other side of the
screen, with infinite love for this world. Now I’m watching
the scene when the husband exercises his disabled wife’s
dead leg. There are no shocking scenes in the movie, but
the director comes and sits next to you, whispering in your
ear for two hours – you have to understand that we are all
going to die, death is a horrible thing, just as old age is
offensive to humanity. Death is not pain, it is an insult, a
boring insult. I had found myself attached to this movie so
much that I had almost rearranged my furniture to match
the set up in the movie – the bookshelves, guest room,
kitchen, curtains, and I had ordered the same wooden