""Knapsu":" "A synonym of old women's work, unmanly, silly, feminine" "Bye-bye, Niila." "It is in that moment memory opens up- like a pipe, a dizzying shaft... straight down to my childhood." "It was the mid 60's, Sweden was flourishing, the economy booming" "Even Tornedalen was pulled into the rush of success." "Thanks to the boom, people made their way up, got villa loans." "Progress came so fast, people still felt poor, despite being rich." "Now and then came the fear that all would be taken away" "Our area was called Vittulajänkä, Pussy-bog." "Like some homage to female fertility, since so many kids were born there." "Here comes asphalt, smooth and nice like a baby-butt, to make a fine road." "What's that, Daddy?" "Speak Swedish!" "Asphalt" "What is asphalt?" "Asphalt..." "Asphalt you see, that's the future- we're gonna dress poverty in black skin." "Go inside!" "I said, go inside!" "Asphalt, an unneeded luxury" "All was a sign of our wealth, a promise of a future in lavishness and wealth." "D'you know, if you keep biking on that road." "Know where you'll end up?" "You'll get to China, 'cause my Dad said so." "My name is Matti." "What's yours?" "What's your name?" "I understood that he wanted to be my friend." "He had something that I lacked- an energy that ran like a caged animal looking for a way out." "Something warm and vulnerable." "An inner fire." "Prick, butt." "Prick, butt." "Say it!" "Poo!" "Come on and say it!" "Like most Laestadians, Isak worked a lot and demanded little." "He placed himself in God's place." "It was the worst form of it, the Laestadianism without God." "Is he also from England?" "'Course he does, what did you think?" "At least I know where I'm going." "You can come visit me in Liverpool, see some of the big world." "Sis' did her best to keep up- but it was far between Pajala and the world." "What are you doing?" "Are you trying to kill me?" "Stop moving, then." "I'm not dancing on the table, am I?" "Well, there's nothing wrong with your rifle." "How long do you think the hunting party will let you stay in?" "You good-for-nothing, I've shot 30 16-tiners in my days." "I'm the only one in the party who can hit a moose." "At a 300 meters distance." "In the dark." "Solveig, what have I done for God to punish me with such children?" "Since when do you believe in God?" "Since you came in through the door." "I'd rather had daughters, who could care for me when I get old." "Well, that's not too late..." "No, it's not too late." "If I find me a young and pretty Russian..." "What would a young and pretty Russian need you for?" "Don't talk bullshit!" "Find a young girlie for yourself instead." "How long are you going to hang around, leading a bachelor life?" "Ville?" "Never thought of using plastic flowers instead?" "Huh?" "So you won't have to buy new ones every time!" "Marry a Finnish or a Lappish girl or anything." "Just get married." "Your bachelor life turns you into a recluse or a suicide." "When I was at your age, I had four children." "Yeah, that you knew of..." "Welcome to this week's language course in Esperanto." "I speak Esperanto." "I speak Esperanto." "I speak Esperanto." "How are you?" "How are you?" "I am fine." "I am fine." "Look at you all plastered with make-up!" "I'm moving to London, Piccadilly Circus." "Are you moving to a circus?" "You wouldn't dare, you cheeky brats!" "If you'd ever put one foot in my room," "I'd kick your milk teeth into your brains so you'd get an early disability retirement." "Beat it!" "Uncle Ville had always been a bachelor- many times had he been to Finland to propose but he was never lucky." "How they bite this year." "Just let them bite, Ryssi." "They're the only female thing willing to bite us." "Been to Finland?" "Yup..." "No luck this time either?" "Nope..." "Ryssi-Jussi, the last real pedlar in these parts." "One of the countryside's most feared personality." "One to be avoided." "If you could." "This will do the trick, Ville." "It makes the baggiest old man feel strong as an ox and horny as a dog." "And what the fuck do I need that for." "If you're not to stingy for a 10:er I'll let you in on the secret." "Buy a car." "An American car." "Finnish women are crazy about cars." "The bigger, the better." "Rolf and Jorma, sit up straight!" "My name is Jarmo, you bloody cunt!" "20 km from here is Finland." "Finnish is spoken there." "This is Sweden." "Here we speak Swedish." "At least in school." "Understood?" "Is there anyone who knows where Stockholm's five..." "Mathias?" "Jarmo threw an eraser at me." "Now, knock it off, Jarmo or you'll have to leave." ""Knock it off..."" "Stockholm has..." "Later, we understood that our home region really didn't-  belong to Sweden." "We had gotten there by chance." "A northern appendix, where people happened to live  who only partly managed to be Swedes." "There was only one way out." "In Stockholm, one would finally become a human being." "Miss, the map is wrong." "The map of Sweden?" "Yes, Skåne fits in between Haparanda and..." "Firstly, we raise our hand when we have something to say." "Secondly, size does not matter." "Anything else?" "Sit down, Niila!" ""Miss, Jarmo threw an eraser on me."" "Say, you're sorry!" "Sorry..." "Did you hear anything?" "Nah..." "Me neither." "Let him go." "Hit me instead." "We will, later." "The school janitor, he hated kids." "He always appeared from nowhere, and leaped like a tiger- to descended on his prey." "He pinched his fist like pincers around the neck  and lifted until the head was severed from the body." "One Sunday, something rare happened in Pajala." "That is, the church was filled up to the last seat." "The thing was that the Pajala people were going to  see their first Negro in person." "We're not this fucking many in Pajala?" ""Lovely is the earth,"" ""glorious is the heaven of God..."" "He is fully live, goddamn it." "My God he has no hair." "It's like steel wool." "Entirely black!" "I thought he'd be more like... brownish." "He's actually almost blue." "Dearly congregated, we welcome Reverend Kampune- from the crisis-hit Congo down there." "Today's collection will, in full, go to our- suffering brothers and sisters down there." "Sister Felicia is only here to translate." ""I thank the Lord." "Thank the Lord."" "Malaria..." "She has malaria..." "Is anybody here who speak English?" "English?" "Is there anybody who speaks French?" "Anyone who speaks Arabic?" "How in the Lord's name do you expect me to preach then?" "In Esperanto?" "I speak Esperanto." "You speak Esperanto?" "Finally someone who can speak in this congregation!" "Dearly congregated, today we are gathered here to..." "Are you the village fool or are you trying to make a fool out of me?" "I am fine." "How are you?" "Brothers and sisters, learn from this boy!" "Speak!" "Dare to talk yourselves out of the darkness!" "Our Lord, who hears our prayers- today has sent us a boy." "We thank you Lord, we thank You." "To believe in Jesus Christ is like walking an ascent that never ends." "Like a clock, you just have to go go go, but never to arrive." "Take care of it." "I am sorry, mother." "For he who has not confessed his sins there is no forgiveness, not from me, nor God." "You who boozed your ministry away and disgraced us for all future!" "Burn in hell, sinners!" "Come here, my boy." "Not you, you whoremonger!" "You, Niila." "Come..." "In the name and blood of Jesus Christ, you are called upon." "Take it." "This one, it is yours." "It is your guide." "This is what you wanted, eh?" "You rascal!" "Grandma had replenished the earth as much as she could manage." "Her children were spread all over the world... in Kiruna, Luleå and Rovaniemi" "Others in suburbs around Stockholm, one in Missouri and in New Zealand." "12 children she bore, the same number as the apostles... and like these you entered into the world in all directions." "But now, here you sit and sneer." "But beware..." "Beware of the wrath of the Lord!" "Because the forefinger of the Lord will sting you in the heart like an iron-bar lever." "Beware of the devil's red-hot frying pan because there you will be fried 'til the meat juice flows!" "Finally Grandma was with Jesus, and we could all breathe freely." "Or so we thought." "They come from the graveyard." "Angels." "When the snow melts, the water runs through the coffins, and the souls of the stiffs are washed away to here." "Wooo!" "Grandma!" "Wooo!" "Stop!" "Stop!" "Wait!" "It's a present..." "to our cousin." ""Rosken roll musis..."" "Rock'n'roll music." "Kiitos, tack, thank you." "Grandma's bible." "What does Rock'n'roll mean?" "Rock'n'roll music!" "They're from Liverpool, huh?" "They're not from bloody Pajala, are they?" "First thing when I'm 18, I'll be moving out from this damn hole." "Cheeky brats, out!" "Beat it!" "But it is actually Niila's record." "Let them taste, so they'll shut up." "I'll tear your heads off, and piss down your throats if you snitch, just so you know!" "What are you doing?" "Nothing." "Can I try?" "Hmm, you have to shake your legs too." "Why?" "'Cause it makes the girls scream." "In that case, you'll have to sing." "Hell, no..." "Yup." "But I can't..." "Do it for the girls..." "I love you, baby!" "I love you too!" "How did se do it?" "Put out your tongue" "No, not that much." "Today, during "Funny-hour", Niila will..." "Shhh!" "It is..." "Was it because of "Funny-hour"?" "We'll say you fell with your bike." "Come, come, come..." "Don't be afraid, I will not hurt you." "I just want to show you a nice little rat..." "Knapsu-pigs from Vittulajänkä!" "Let's get them!" "To hell with the Knapsu!" "Get Niila instead!" "I'll get you, you little bastard!" "Damn rascal!" "Bloody bastard!" "I'm gonna let you taste one thing and the other..." "Help me!" "Mommy, help..." "Help me!" "Help me!" "Help me!" ""The taste of a boy's kiss"" "Thanks..." "Damn, why can't there be a real summer here." "Anyway, Maggan is moving to Luleå this fall." "Are you moving too?" "Yeah, I have to if I get in to the University..." "But you'll come visit, right?" "Yeah, relax..." "I'm not leaving tomorrow." "One, two..." "One, two..." "That's easy." "I can't do anymore..." "You dare not even dream in Pajala, damn it!" "We can't stay here and rot in this god-damned hole, Niila." "Look..." "Only swamps and a hell of a lot of mosquitoes." "No restaurants or cafés, and no celebrities." "We don't even have traffic-lights, god-damn!" "We're worse than the Sami." "At least they have their own language." "We.." "We speak with Swedish accent without being Swedes and with a Finnish without being Fins." "One thing I have learnt..." "Pajala does not belong to Sweden." "One fine day, we'll move out of here." "When?" "When what?" "When do we move?" "After high school, or something like that." "There's only two years left... then we can go anywhere we want." "London..." "New York..." "Paris..." "China, Matti..." "What?" "We have to go to China and see the Himalayas." "Wherever we want." "Damn, how I long to be a grown-up." "And I long for to fuck." "It's old, but it is smooth and nice." "Eh Ryssi..." "A string is missing." "Is it?" "I'll have that fixed by next week." "Do you have three crowns?" "Never mind, I'm not greedy." "We can settle that later." "But, don't you want any lessons..." "Eh, for free..." "You know where I live..." "No, daddy..." "No..." "Go out and chop some wood." "Is this enough , daddy?" "You should have been a girl..." "This is what becomes of man when original sin isn't punished." "Somewhere inside of me, a switch was turned off." "Something happened inside." "Something took up room inside." "One that resembled me, but still were someone else." "Matti, could you help me...?" "What are you doing?" "Reading..." "Stay there, dad wants to talk to you." "Don't be lengthy, they'll be here soon." "Yeah, yeah..." "Well, I'll be damned if this isn't more exciting than TV with sound and all..." "Look at your feet." "I told you, look at your feet!" "Can you see?" "They're growing..." "growing like mad." "It's puberty, you see..." "Soon enough, Satan will grow inside your belly and..." "... within a couple of years, you will be a full-grown workman." "After me, you'll be the one to carry on the torch." "Hell knows how that's gonna work..." "Well, anyhow, you have probably been thinking about..." "...well, what do I know..." "..." "life...and...people..." "and...things like that..." "This must stay between you and me, between men." "First of all... my father...your grandpa, he was a..." "horse-pisser in his youth, so..." "I have two half-siblings... they're about my age, with children of their own... they live somewhere around Pajala." "So you have five first-cousins that you don't know of..." "Three are girls, and you need to know who they are, to avoid inbreeding they are Susanna Kyrö, Liselott Rautio and Monika Furvall." "Lise...?" "Liselott in the parallel class?" "Yup..." "Secondly, and...well, it's even more devilish there are two families in this town that have done us a lot of harm and you must hate them for all time." "They are Salonen and the Niemis." "It originates from a perjury trial 1929... and it must be revenged with all means as soon as you get a chance... until those bastards have confessed on their bare knees..." "But soon, when you have a decent employment in the municipality... we can arrange a hell of a lot of devilry, that will show those bastards." "Thirdly, and that's the worst of all, we can't carry our liquor well, so if..." "Well, try boozing at home first to make sure you don't feel like fighting." "And fourth, and this is probably the most devilish... mental disease runs in the family... and it can easily be triggered by falling in love... so stay away from troublesome women with fear of sex..." "If you come across one who doesn't want to surrender her hole, just swap." "Do as I did." "Find a fat-assed one who can bear kids." "Oh, one last thing..." "The writing..." "It's not your thing... you need a job with manual work, so you don't have to ponder on... religion and God and the meaning of life and all that bloody shit." "Ville, they're here now!" "Oh, for fuck's sake..." "The current is strong further down, boys!" "Row up the river!" "Goddamn, they're making a splash out of this!" "Matti, run over to uncle Einari and tell him they're here now." "Them bastards will be put in their place right away!" "Can't you park your car behind the corner?" "I feel ashamed!" "Yes, yes..." "Let the bride's boat go first." "Please, help yourselves." "Isn't it typical that my daughter should have to marry... into the most fastidious family." "Well, we can surely see that it's purchased booze." "Well, cheers everyone!" "Kippis!" "Poor thing, he'll just puke it all back out, being as green as he is." "Stig's boy was eight, nine years when he punted the boat... 100 kilometers against the rapids from Matarengi to Kengis." "There are those who think they are something... keeping their chin wagging needlessly, in public." "Eating food is what you use the mouth for, in case you haven't figured that out!" "Esko, the twins, when we we're in the hut, we had to tie them up at night or else they would have clear-cut the whole neighbourhood." "This much rambling hasn't been heard up here since the Lapua Movement ravaged." "Grandpa, he carried a 50 kg bag of flour... an iron stove and his rheumatic old woman on his back for 40 kilometers." "50 kilometers!" "Didn't even lay down his burden when taking a piss-break!" "The Lapps say that if you lie too much, horns will grow out from your head." "These are all well-known facts." "If anyone feels inferior... or envious, I'll be the first to pity them." "If you're gonna nibble to pretend being polite, then you can shove the bread up a different hole!" "Damn wide-mouthed smart-asses bringing accusations of lies." "Ask anyone in Pajala about uncle Sven, he skinned and cut up a moose with the lid of his snuffbox." "With a dull edge!" "Hell!" "Goddamn it!" "What are you fighting about?" "They are a tough family!" "Matti here is like a real iron lever..." "What the hell..." "Can't you eat properly, damn it!" "It's unbelievable that such a fastidious family manage to reproduce at all." "What's the matter with you?" "Are you sick?" "Get out and puke then, goddamn it!" "No human can skin and cut up a moose with the lid of a snuffbox." "Haven't you heard what the family knuckles have accomplished?" "These knuckles have driven 5-inch nails..." "...into oak!" "Hell!" "Goddamn!" "Enough is enough!" "He is tormenting an already suffering nation with lies and untruth..." "There aren't even any oaks around here!" "Well, I'll tell you..." "Hell!" "Goddamn it!" "Hell!" "Come on, goddamn it, and show me what you've got!" "Let me go!" "Do you get horny when you're drunk?" "Huh?" "I'll kill you if you snitch." "Hell!" "Goddamn it!" "I'm sorry..." "I will not drink any more." "Go and wash your mouth, goddamn it!" "With these fingers I have milked both cows and men." "One, two– go!" "Is there a man in here?" "But I doubt it..." "If there is, he can come taste this!" "What is the main task for women?" "To shut up!" "You can suck the tits if you don't have anything better to say!" "Come on!" "May I?" "Hey pops, is that snot dripping... or did the last spunk get stuck in the gun barrel?" "Or have you caught the foot-and-mouth disease being with the young cows?" "I've never seen such an ungrateful generation." "Ooh, has you phalanx shrunk?" "Or has it always been that small?" "Small phalanx and big mistakes..." "I should rather have dipped my dick in tar... than to have fucked forward such a bunch of useless knapsu." "You should have gotten a good thrashing when you were young..." "Now it's too late." "This is goddamn better than sex!" "Depends on what you have sex with!" "For sure, smoke-sauna is the only real sauna!" "What do you mean?" "You who installed a bread-toaster of a sauna." "Eggregate!" "It's called aggregate, goddamn it!" "We call them car heaters in Finland!" "At least they're made in Finland, in case you didn't know." "You have become spoiled knapsu all of you." "There's not a kid who can eat a little tainted meat these days." "Soon, intercourse will be replaced by electricity... then you won't have to exert yourselves." "It's sweaty!" "I have to go and piss." "Life, boys... coldness and pain lies and deceit and rambling." "Then you die... but I'll remain a Communist all the way down into my own grave." "I'll start rambling about Jesus and absolution and all that shit... it's not just delirium." "They'll put a huge plaster over my mouth..." "And over my nose as well." "I told the hunting party too..." ""Comrades", I said..." ""I'm not afraid of dying."" ""But I'll be damned if I'll lie in Pajala hospital, rambling for open doors."" "How the hell can you be of my seed?" "Wimps!" "It's a bit cold in here..." "You might think the Swedes forgot that you must light a fire in a sauna!" "It's a draw!" "We won!" "What are you doing?" "Shit, I thought it was Dad put this one on the wall at home?" "Check out this one..." "Which one would you like to...?" "My grandma..." "She has come back." "What do you mean?" "It happened two nights ago, when I was into a very strong dream." "You don't believe me, do you?" "Here..." "I don't want it anymore." "She took revenge on me 'cause I swapped the bible for it." "Ryssi..." "Only Ryssi can help you." "Is he married?" "So now you come?" "Please have a seat." "It's my grandma... she has begun to haunt me." "He knows." "Wouldn't you like a second cup?" "Stay here a little while, and I'll be back shortly." "Maybe we should ask if he has anything for pimples?" "... but they are nice boys." "There is a way." "Like I said, there is a way." "The hag must be buried." "The hag will disappear if you cut off her dick." "Eeh, her dick...?" "Yeah..." "Hers–not mine." "Don't be bashful." "Help yourselves, boys." "Well, boys..." "You'll stay the night, I hope?" "Eeh, no..." "I think we'll have to leave now..." "His dad..." "My dad..." "But stay, goddamn it!" "Don't be afraid boys, I won't hurt you." "Just drink some more... but just hold a little... feel..." "kiss... touch a little" "Please..." "Stop, Niila!" "Just calm yourself." "There!" "Matti what have you done?" "Nothing." "Don't you understand mom was worried?" "Come on Grandpa." "No..." "Yeah..." "Come!" "Isak..." "I have raised four boys... and I have never..." "Isak!" "Isak!" "In ninth grade we got a new music teacher  from Skåne." "A mono-linguist.." "He had a strange sense of humour but otherwise a decent fellow." "It was just a bit hard to understand what he said." "Howdy!" "Gee, it's really cold here!" "Hi!" "Same to you..." "All well in the potato patch?" "Yeah, I can see that." "Two sorts, right?" "Yeah, many hours of sunshine here!" "But tomorrow it will rain." "They said so on the radio." "Yeah, but then the sun will be gone all winter and it will be as dark as in a grave, won't it?" "But that will also be interesting..." "Bye-bye!" "Bye!" "Nice boy..." "From Helsingborg, I guess." "I'm quite sure it was Danish." "You will have a new music teacher." "His name is Greger." "Do you have another name besides Greger?" "Greger is enough..." "Greger will teach music for the rest of the term." "Here is one who is no fingers and one thumb." "Can this hand do carpentry?" "No, it can't hammer, do carpentry, saw or fight." "But it can do another thing." "Hell!" "What kind of crap is this?" "Electrical guitars?" "Yeah, and a bass a Ludwig-set, three amplifiers a PA-system, a mixer, three mikes with tripods a band-echo and cables of course..." "Yeah, that's all." "We live in Pajala, my friend." "Yeah, and...?" "What the hell is this crap?" "Why should we have those things here?" "Maybe the kids should start riding racer cycles to school too?" "That's not a bad idea!" "It could be quicker." "It could work!" "No, this is getting off track." "Mr. Greger will have to make do with what the school has to offer." "It's always been good enough and there's more in the store room if you need." "You wanna make a bet?" "First to the Kaunisvaara sign?" "Me against the school-bus?" "Me on the bike." "If I win you'll write an order for the stuff." "How's that?" "But sir, it's the bus..." "Yeah, a Scania -63, 90 horsepower engine, makes 50 kph uphill 4 stops, 30 seconds for each stop..." "It might work." "Well Greger, Jesus walked on water..." "It might work." "I bet 10 to 1 on the teach." "Who's on?" "What's the matter?" "Don't you dare?" "10 on the driver!" "5 on the driver!" "3 on the driver!" "They're gonna kill you." "Aren't there any more who want to make money?" "Yess!" "Go, teach!" "Goddamn..." "Oh well, nice for him to feel a bit good about himself." "Wait 'til we hit the stretch." "Fuck!" "Damn!" "Step on it!" "He's coming!" "This is my stop." "Like hell it is!" "Sit down!" "Give me my money!" "We're not there yet." "Look!" "Goddamn it, look!" ""Road under Repair"" "He's coming!" "Damn, he's coming!" "Step on it!" "My mommie will be..." "Shut the fuck up, you rascal and sit down!" "Look out!" "The bus!" "What the hell are you doing?" "!" "The Kaunisvaara sign!" "What the hell is all this shit?" "Bloody Finns!" "It worked..." "Think you can get current through the fingers?" "No, I don't think so." "The strings are insulated." "Excellent!" "Excellent, guys!" "But you have to start on "one", the "one" that is never said." "One, two, three, four, now!" "Come on in, Holgeri." "Stop the music!" "Come in!" "I'll never be able to play like that." "Show me your hands." "Count." "I said count them!" "Six..." "That's right." "How many do you have?" "We need a drummer too." "Start practicing now." "I know a guy who can beat." "Not bad." "Erkki, can we try to play at the same time?" "One, two..." "We had never ourselves even come close to such unrythmic and damned noise." "I was trying to figure out how we could get rid of Erkki without pissing him off." "Erkki, Erkki, stop it!" "The hang-over is gone!" "This rock music thing is the goddamn best thing I've ever tried." "Better than boozing... fighting..." "even better than wanking, too." "Really!" "Fucking, I don't know, 'cause I've never tried it, but I think that cunts are overrated." "We don't want to hear that knapsu-music..." "Are you deaf, cunts?" "Can't you hear we're busy rehearsing?" "Where were we?" "In our community, the creativity has mostly been focused on survival." "So guitar strumming could only be regarded as knapsu." "But we felt cocky and certain about our future success." "It sounded awful, but it came straight from the heart." "It was raw and ruffled, just like us." "Erkki, stop it!" "You strain your throat too much." "You need to sing from the stomach." "What do you mean, "from the stomach"?" "You strain your throat." "I sing whatever damn way I please." "Fuck, why don't you sing if you are so damn good." "OK, let's play." "Hello!" "Hi!" "Welcome!" "Today we will finally hear what we have rehearsed for such a long time." "Help me!" "Erkki lost his nerve and started to slam everything that moved until the song went in double speed." "Niila's feedback sounded like coffin nails." "Holgeri took chords from the wrong key... and by the mike was I." "I didn't sing, I bellowed... like a moose in rut, like lemmings dying shrieks..." "One more time!" "One more time!" "That wasn't too bad..." "It was great!" "The first song was really great!" "No the second song was much better, what's it called?" "It's a..." "Eeh..." "Cover." ""Cover", yes that's the one." "It was really great!" "With the music came also success among girls..." "I tried to teach Niila the simple trick to think about death when you made a pass." "What does it matter if you're rejected or they laugh straight in your face..." "We'll all die within a few paltry decades anyway." "This was the only advice Niila took." "He began to think about death more often than girls." "You're one of those Communists, aren't you?" "Is it fun?" "I have a friend who has rabbits in their boiler room." "We can check the keep-fit exercises for housewives if you want." "Let's go girls!" "One!" "Two Three Four!" "...and rest, two, three!" "Sturdy moves!" "... and to the side!" "One and two..." "It's not dangerous..." "You're too slow..." "Keep quiet!" "They'll hear us!" "Hi..." "Will I see you again?" "What's it now?" "Get it together, damn it!" "We're playing in a week and all you care about are those." "Are you some kind of boss all of a sudden?" "We're actually playing in 3-4-time, if you know what it is." "Cut it out!" "You're not any better than us." "I didn't say that." "No, but that's what you mean." "Tell it like it is instead." "You're just jealous." "You can't take that the girls like me." "You're out of your mind." "No, you are." "You and your dad who beats us all the time are out of your minds." "Come on, let's play." "He's lying." "Am I?" "Pull down your pants and show your butt and we'll see who's lying." "OK..." "Bye..." "We got the gig." "Calm down guys!" "You need more stage experience." "Practice makes perfect." "You need public appearances." "But what?" "Fucking Whatever, weddings, baptisms, funerals, whatever..." "You need challenges so you dare more when it matters." "Some thing, huh?" "Why did you say it?" "Said what?" "That my dad beats me." "Shovel!" "Do it before midday thaw!" "Or else things won't be very fun..." "Not very fun at all..." "That's what becomes of man if original sin isn't disciplined." "No one with my blood in him will play the music of Satan." "You want me to stop playing?" "Strike the blow then." "Hell!" "Do you give in?" "Like hell I do." "Do you give in?" "If you touch us one more time, we will kill you." "We will kill you." "Some day I'll be out of here." "Of course they'll come." "A hunting party without the old man?" "Maybe that's just as well... now that you're 70 and have turned long-sighted." "You're full of shit!" "Yes." "The hunting party!" "They're here!" "Hi!" "Well, I just wanted to say, that you can still carry the gun... and you can manage the rain and the cold... but damn it if you start to ramble, then you'll have to stay at home... and we'll handle the meat." "But so far, you're in." "Yes, so now we'd like to give you a cup and a bottle with contents." "Well?" "Give it to him then..." "Thanks." "A good thing we got drinks, because I'm all out." "So this is all you'll get." "I have reached 70." "But my vision is sharp as an eagle's." "I can still hear an cow moose fart a hundred yards away... and considering all brain-cells that you all have drunk away over the years... then I am hardly the first one to start rambling." "Cheers." "Here you are, boys!" "And here you have music, so your eardrums will do the polka!" "Stop!" "Look..." "Finished." "That's unfortunate!" "Who moonshines?" "Ove does." "He's in Kiruna." "The gas station is open." "Gonna buy beer?" "No, meth." "You mix in flour and filter it trough a loaf." "Stage experience?" "This was happiness: to blissfully drink and get plastered... and to drink yourself blind and deaf in the company of friends... without nagging comments... there were no limits any more... once you were downhill, all you could do was to hit the gas... a real man fears neither death nor a 3-day hang-over." "Grandpa?" "Grandpa?" "Grandpa!" "Are you dead?" "I don't know." "Go and find a job." "Work...?" "Me...?" "Do you want to kill me?" "Is this the thanks I get?" "Go and find a job." "Should I disgrace myself?" "Who wants an uneducated hag?" "Home-help service, school diner, long-term care..." "Food costs money." "Go and find a job." "Finally:" "D-Day" "Our fist real gig in Kaunisvaara." "Selections for Luleå's amateur music festival... and a full 50 crowns in fees." "Alright lads, there's a lot at stake." "Bear in mind it's the amateur festival in Luleå get all the luggage..." "...if you concentrate, it will be ever so good I promise..." "...listen to what I'm saying..." "Howdy..." "All help out and carry this stuff inside..." "Wait a minute..." "What the hell, Matti?" "What do you want me to do?" "Grandpa is dying." "Who is she, then?" "She's... a cousin." "You'll manage without me." "Come on lads!" "The world does not depend on one." "You told me this place would be packed!" "That there would be more than 300." "There's no compulsory enlistment." "We put an ad in the paper." "That's all we can do." "No comp, no singer..." "How the hell's that gonna sound?" "Let's cancel." "Let's go." "You're great, Niila!" "Huh?" "You can go as far as you like." "As far as you like." "How the hell do you do it?" "Rock 'n' Roll without a singer just doesn't work." "No Jazz band, he says." "Luleå is off." "You were good." "Get in the car." "One should just go away somewhere." "Just move off." "America ain't too bad..." "Before I die, I intend to climb the Himalayas." "Imagine standing up there..." "I'm damned well going to do it!" "Stockholm ain't too bad." "I have a cousin who moved and got a job in Södertälje." "Södertälje ain't Stockholm, but at least it's in Sweden." "That's more than Pajala is." "Of course Pajala is in Sweden!" "What Sweden?" "From Luleå and down south?" "Where they have castles, counts and money...?" "...where they call us Lapp-bastards?" "Stop it." "What you mean stop?" "Didn't you say that Pajala is not part of Sweden?" "Didn't you?" "Didn't you say: "We have to get out of here fast as hell before we rot"?" "You were just talking, Matti..." "Where are you going?" "To where we were going together..." "Have a good time, Matti." "Well, he's out of his mind." "He'll surely be back." "He has nothing to come back to." "And this is where the story ends... the first life we lived, childhood, boyhood..." "I wonder what became of them all... people I once shared my life with... people I knew." "What the fuck are you doing?" "Get up, you bloody knapsu!" """ "How did se do it?"" """ "Put out your tongue."" ""No, not that much."" ""Niila conquers the world"" ""Niila No.1 on the USA Billboard-list.""