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Questions that keep me awake,

in the quiet hours of the night.

Did I do the right thing?

Why did I act the way I did?

To again take the same step,

pronounce the same word,

without finding the answer.

Pray that your loneliness,

becomes the spur to find something to live for,

big enough to die for.

Tshombe, Tshombe, Tshombe, Tshombe, Tshombe, Tshombe...

People of Katanga!

Today, I have declared Katanga independent!

Katanga has now broken away from Congo!

From now on we are an independent country. The Free State of Katanga!

I, Moïse Tshombe, and my government,

will work for a future where wealth and peace reign.

But, mind you..

we will defend our new nation against all,

who dare to question our sovereignty!

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I ask for the unreasonable.

That life should have a meaning.

I fight for the impossible.

That my life should have meaning.

I dare not,

don't know how I could believe,

that I am not alone.

Peter. How nice.

- It was a long time ago. - Almost 30 years.

Is it that long?

- We have a mutual friend. Bo Beskow. - Bo and Greta are my old friends.

Yes, I have just moved to Österlen. He said I should visit you.

You did the right thing. Do you want coffee? I don't have much time.

- No no. - We have time to sit for a little while.

- What are you doing in New York? - My latest book is to be published in the USA.

- Congratulations. - I have had a meeting with publishers.

Writers and...

I have read all your books.

I have to say that I…

- It is big. - Thanks.

My wife and I have followed you from a distance as well.

You have.. accomplished so much.

- You are married? - Yes.

Unfortunately my wife died last year.

I'm sorry.

- Do you have children? - Josephine.

She is 24 years old, a journalist. She is passionate about her work.

- Do you get time to climb? - No, I do not.

- I don't have time for that. But... do you climb? - Uh-huh.

I'm trying to get away at least once a year.

Do you remember, when we climbed Kebnekaise?

I have to get back to work. It was so nice to meet you. Thanks.

Wait.

The first English proof will be published here in America.

- Should I get the very first one? - You will receive an address and telephone number.

- In case you want to meet an old friend. - Nice to meet.

I have a... present for you.

Dag.

Dag, sorry.

Dag.

I find myself in nothingness.

Sleeping in the silence.

Crying in the dark.

Little incubus.

When?

When?

Levine.

It's Dag Hammarskjöld.

What a surprise!

I will travel home, to Österlen and meet Bo and Greta.

We are going to celebrate my birthday.

Maybe you wanted to come. I will stay for three days.

Yes. When will it be?

On Thursday. Come at lunch.

It will just be you, me, Greta and Bo and my bodyguard Bill.

- Yes, I would love to come. - Yes?

- See you then. - Then we say so. Hello.

- Welcome to Österlen, Bill. - Nice to see you.

- Dag. - Stay.

Maria. Oh, what beautiful flowers.

- Have you picked them? - Yes, me and mom.

- Thank you. - Dag. Finally. Huh?

- Nice to be here. - Sit down, there's coffee.

We know the owner of the house. He will announce it soon.

He has promised that you are first bidders, if you are interested.

- It is walking distance from us. - And then we can meet every day.

You would have peace and quiet here, Dag.

- I thought you would like it. - No, it just came a bit suddenly.

I never thought on a life after the UN.

Shall we watch it?

Can I think about it?

- Obviously. - He can probably wait a few weeks.

How have you been?

I have managed.

Why did you invite me here?

Because I would want to be your friend again.

I'm sorry for how I broke up.

- I could have handled that a little better. - Do not think about it.

I'm coming to New York, next month.

The book will then be released.

Call me then.

Many here can help with the renovation, Dag.

Dag Hammarskjöld.

'K.

- Dag Hammarskjöld. - Peter Levin. I'm in New York.

- You might not have time. - Well absolutely, I have time.

Shall we meet at my house? Shall we say eight tonight?

- Yes. - If you have the possibility.

- Gladly. - Then we say so.

- Nice. Hello. - Hello.

Welcome, Peter. You are going to meet my roommate.

- Mr Greenback. - Mr Greenback, Peter Levin.

Peter Levin, Mr Greenback.

Good evening, Mr Greenback.

It's a lively little crab. So yes.

He is so nice. And intelligent.

- Yes, that's him. - I got him in Somali land.

Then we lived in Copenhagen for 18 years.

Long time. And now... Now I have moved to Österlen.

And you live here alone?

- No, I live with Mr Greenback. - Yes yes.

- And then Rolf. - Rolf?

He's my butler.

And then I have Bill close, but he doesn't live here.

Are you still writing?

A little lyric.

- Would you like to read? - Yes, if I may.

Do you dare?

No it...

Only I know about it. It's personal.

I dare not, don't know how I could believe,

that I am not alone.

I find myself in nothingness. Sleeping in the silence.

Crying in the dark.

Pray that your loneliness,

becomes the spur to find something to live for.

Big enough to die for.

This, it's...

courageous.

You open up, to your and for my longing.

There has only been one way to deal with the loneliness here,

with my strange job.

I definitely think so that you should have it published.

And I can help you with editing it.

No, it should not be published.

Thank you for reading it.

Nice to see you.

A security check has been carried out on you.

It's routine, it happens all the time.

It shows that you were..

arrested for immorality in Sweden.

It's been so long. I did not think it meant anything...

I have been exposed to two smear campaigns,

by security services who wanted to get rid of me.

So you and I can't be friends?

Peter, I respect you.

- I respect your choices, your path. - You run away again.

- That is not the path I have chosen. - You are like me.

I see it in your poems.

I'm not gay.

I am the Secretary-General of the United Nations.

God shows me the way.

God's sake.

Tired.

And alone.

So the mind it aches.

It is now,

now, you must not fail.

Cry, if you can. Cry, but don't complain.

The road chose you.

And you should be thankful.

- Dag. Welcome to Léopoldville. - Thank you.

- These are my employees. - Pleasure... Pleasure.

I am sorry that the circumstances is not what was desired.

- I want to meet Tshombe as soon as possible. - We are working on it.

Do I have any possibility to be absent from tonight's events?

It is important that you show up.

I understand.

- Many people want to talk to you. - I can imagine.

Dear Dag. I've been thinking and thinking,

and feel that I have to share my thoughts with you.

I think that you are making a big mistake.

You guard your position,

but our friendship cannot be a threat to someone.

And I see, how you sacrifice everything for others.

But you also have the right to a life.

The right to seek happiness and love.

So I'm asking you. Don't push me away again.

- Captain. - Hammarskjöld.

Estimated flight time is eight hours.

- Then we should be there by midnight. - Correct.

We're under radio silence, so no contact with the ground until Ndola.

I have full confidence in you captain. This will be fine.

I want one of us to stay in Léopoldville.

If something happens and we're both... Someone has to be left here.

- Are you asking me or begging me? - I beg you.

Good luck.

Thank you.

What is it?

Nothing.

Take courage.

The road, you must follow it.

Happiness, you should forget it.

The chalice, you shall empty it.

The pain, you must hide it.

The answer, you have to learn it.

The end.

You shall wear it.

Dear Peter.

You stirred feelings in me,

that I thought were forever gone.

For that I want to thank you.

The loneliness and the duty have been my companion for so long,

that I have repressed, all the pain and longing.

In a few months my term of office is over.

If you then want to meet again, then my door is open to you.

Your friend, Dag.

To be opened by my secretary Hanna in the event of my death.

I have written these notes throughout my life,

without thought that someone else should read them.

But now, with the recent events and all

that has been said and written about me, then circumstances have changed.

These notes are the only true portraits written about me.

A kind of white paper, on a settlement

with myself, and God.

To be opened by my secretary Hanna in the event of my death.

It was a sad Stockholm we met today.

Rarely has a news release caused such a foreboding and anxiety.

At 6 pm a minute's silence was held,

for the Swedish's people great compatriot.

Not only Stockholm, but the whole of Sweden stood still.