give me anything, and that is most of them, it more or less evens itself out.
Are you being serious?
Of course I am.
Sometimes I wonder if you’re all there.
I certainly am. I’ve got a lot of opinions about you too, but I keep them to myself.
Have you?
Yes.
Such as?
I don’t wish to comment.
I think that’s cowardly of you.
I don’t think you’ve thought this through well enough, Nina.
I want to know what you think about me.
No comment.
But you love me?
Yes, of course.
Are you asleep?
What?
I was asking if you were asleep.
What do you think?
May I say something?
I suppose so.
I was thinking about what we were saying earlier today.
Mhm?
I think it’s important that we say what we think about each other, and that should go for everything, at any time.
You’re not afraid of it getting too brutal?
If it does, so be it.
When shall we start then?
Now, right now.
OK. I think, for example, it’s a bit irritating to be kept awake like this, just when I was dropping off.
But this is important.
Yes, but there’s always tomorrow morning. And nothing’s going to happen between us before then anyway.
You mean I should have waited?
Yes.
Turn left.
Sure?
According to the map the castle should be a few kilometres away.
What does that scowl mean?
I’m a tiny bit annoyed.
What about?
I find the way you drive irritating.
Just today or always?
Always.
I don’t think it is.
Yes, it is. First, you spend too long in first gear, then you’re too long in second, and if the wipers are on and it stops raining you don’t turn them off. You simply don’t notice that the wipers are churning away for no reason, and not only that, you remove the ignition key far too quickly when you stop. The key gets bent like that.
It doesn’t look bent to me.
No.
You’re wrong then.
No, I’m not. I straighten the key when you’re not looking.
For my sake, you mean.
Yes, or rather, I don’t really know why. I just don’t want the key to be bent.
It gets on my nerves that you don’t know why.
You were the one who wanted us to be frank and open.
You’re right.
I thought that was how you wanted things to be.
Yes, but maybe not when the children can hear.
Right. So in other words what I just said was a little bit OK and a little bit not OK.
Yes.
But a good start nonetheless.
Yes. By the way, I think you should start using a toothpick.
What?
There’s something peculiar about your teeth which causes food to get stuck in the gaps. It’s disgusting. I really have to force myself to kiss you. And that’s not all.
Bugger me!
Does what I say make you angry?
Yes, it does. We were actually discussing the castle.
True enough. Look, children.
Who on earth built that?
Ludwig the Second. I’ve told you loads about him.
Yes, you have. What a bloody castle! The fella who had that built was completely bonkers, a mental case, a fruitcake, what’s the word for it these days, Heidi? What do you lot say?
We just say mad.
OK, the fella who built this was mad. Nina, would you say it would be correct to assert that there was a link between Ludwig the Second and National Socialism.
No.
Not just an itsy-bitsy, mega-tiny link.
No.
OK. Did you hear that, kids? No link between Ludwig the Second and National Socialism according to your mother. Who wants an ice cream?
Hey, there’s the woman I met in Lidl.
Who?
The American woman I told you about, who had a wedding cake made in the shape of this castle and all that.
Oh yes. Where is she?
Over there, by the wall.
Right.
Do you think I should go over and say hello.
No.
Why not?
I don’t know. I just don’t think you should.
OK, but now she’s coming over here.
Kiss me!
What?
Kiss me.
Of course I’d love to, but why now?
Uh oh, too late.
Hi!
Hello. This is my wife, Nina.
I’m Lisa.
Hello.
Sorry to bother you, but I just wanted to say hello. It’s an amazing castle, don’t you think?
Yes.
Absolutely. And I like the fact that