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The sky was perfectly clear and the sun so hot

that I was forced to turn my face from it.

When all of a sudden it became obscured in a manner very different

from what happens by the interposition of a cloud.

I turned back

and perceived a vast opaque body between me and the sun

moving towards the island.

It seemed to be about two miles high and hid the sun for five to six minutes.

As it approached nearer over the place where I was,

it appeared to be a firm substance, the bottom flat, smooth,

and shining very bright from the reflection of the sea below.

The reader may imagine my astonishment

to behold an island in the air, inhabited by men

who were able, it seemed, to raise or sink it,

or put it into a progressive motion as they pleased.

As it came nearer, I could see the sides encompassed with several gradations

of galleries and stairs at intervals to descend from one to the other.

In the lowest gallery, I beheld some people fishing with long rods,

and others looking on.

I called and shouted with the utmost strength.

Then, looking circumspectly, I beheld a crowd gather

to that side which was most in my view.

The number of people increased

and in less than half an hour the island was moved so that

the lowest gallery appeared at parallel height less than 100 yards

from where I stood.

The flying island, being raised to a convenient height,

the verge directly over me, a chain was let down

from the lowest gallery with a seat fastened to the bottom,

to which I fixed myself and was drawn up by pulleys.

That is the time.

Does "Zeit" mean "time"?

"Zeit".

Time?

I...

wait for Gulliver.

Gulliver?

Who is Gulliver?

He was in the land

of dwarves

and of...

giants.

Now he comes to Laputa.

The flying island.

Madame?

I want to call East Berlin airport.

I don't know. The airport... - Yes.

That's not possible.

Not possible? - I'm sorry.

Thank you. - Not possible.

Do you have a cold? - No.

Is this Gulliver? - Yes.

She made it. Good.

I reserved our hotel room.

I can't this time.

So we only have an hour? Well, a little over an hour...

Yes.

I also want to develop some photos.

Very well.

It's not far from here.

I'll come with you.

I'll just fetch my bag.

Never before had I seen a race of mortals so singular

in their shapes, habits, and countenances.

Their heads were all reclined, either to the left or the right,

one of their eyes turned inward, and the other directly up to the zenith.

I observed, here and there, many in the habit of servants,

with a blown bladder, fastened like a flail to the end of a stick.

In each bladder, I was later informed, were some dried peas or little pebbles.

With these bladders, they now and then flapped the mouths and ears

of those near them.

I could not conceive the meaning of this practice.

These people

are so taken up with intense speculations,

that they can neither speak nor hear the discourses of others

without being roused by some external taction upon the speech and hearing organs.

For which reason, those persons who are able to afford it,

always keep a "flapper" in their family

and never walk abroad or make visits without him.

His role is, when two, three, or more persons are in company,

gently to strike the mouth of him who is to speak,

and the right ear of him or them to whom the speaker addresses himself.

The flapper also attends his master on walks,

and, upon occasion, gives him a soft flap on his eyes,

because he is always so wrapped up in cogitation, that he is in danger

of falling down every precipice, bouncing his head off every post,

and jostling others, or being jostled, into the kennel.

How did you catch your cold?

Finishing off the building for the exhibition.

There are no windows or doors, just a constant draft.

Are you happy with the building? - No.

But it must be nice to realise your ideas?

Sure, if the architects weren't only interested in appearing in magazines

and if the bankers and Berlin council weren't trying to build

a monument to themselves.

Why didn't you want to go to the hotel?

Why "Gulliver"?

I bought his "Travels" to read to my daughter

and she wasn't all that interested in it.

But I was.

I realised that...

to me, you are Gulliver.

With all your travels, the blues, greens, yellows, blacks...

And that Laputa, the flying island, is Berlin.

Laputa is inhabited by these savants who are trying to...

redesign the world in a completely absurd way

without considering what's already been done. And below...

live these men who walk around...

Well, I'll tell you all about it.

Come on.

Małgosia! Just back from Africa?

Where's the envelope? - It's up there.

There are men on Laputa who think words only serve

to name things, objects.

They carry

big sacks around on their backs, and when they want to talk

first they stop and put the sack down.

If they want to say "camera", they pull out a camera,

if they want to say "cup", they present a cup.

If they want to say "knife", a knife.

And if they want to say "love"?

They just love.

You know...

I knew we wouldn't go to the hotel. I knew it.

I need to go to the lab.

Would you like a coffee? - No.

Feel free to help yourself.

The word, which I translate as "flying island"

or "floating island",

is, in the original, "Laputa"

whereof I could never learn the true etymology.

"Lap", in the old obsolete language, signifies "high",

and "untuh" a governor,

from which they say, by corruption, was derived Laputa, from Lapuntuh.

But I find this derivation a little strained.

I ventured to offer them a conjecture of my own.

That "Laputa" was quasi "lap outed",

with "lap", signifying properly, the dancing of the sunbeams in the sea,

and "outed", a wing.

This, however, I shall not obtrude,

but submit to the judicious reader.

No, I'm working!

Małgosia!

Listen...

Stay out there and wait a moment. I'm working.

Please, go away... No!

My photos!

Paul, listen... Leave me alone. Listen to me.

I don't want to go with you to the hotel or anywhere.

Paul! I don't want to do this anymore. I can't!

I hate the hotel room. I don't want to see you anymore. Are you there?

Yes.

Please... I don't want to see you anymore. I just can't.

This has to end.

I can't go on living a life between flights.

For two hours, three hours, maybe a whole night by some miracle.

No!

I've decided to end things with you. Do you hear?

I can't do this. I can't stand it anymore. Listen!

Are you there? Answer me!

Answer me!

Paul?

Yes?

I thought that...

My mathematical knowledge gave me great assistance in acquiring their phraseology,

which depended much upon that science, and music.

And in the latter I was not unskilled.

Their ideas are perpetually conversant in lines and figures.

If they, for example, praise the beauty of a woman or any other being

they describe it by rhombs, circles, parallelograms, ellipses,

and other geometrical terms, or by words of art drawn from music,

needless here to repeat.

There's no obligation, you know.

It's mine.

Do you have some?

I'll get a cup.

Thanks.

You know I have a wife and a child.

I understand it must be painful for you

to find little parts of that life in my pockets.

But have you ever wondered how I feel

when you speak so matter-of-factly about Andrzej and assume

that I will do this and that for him?

Andrzej the lover, the political prisoner, the hero.

Andrzej, for whom I have to smuggle photos out of Poland...

Photos that I have to sell to agencies in Paris.

To open an account for Andrzej, for later, because maybe...

And I do it without complaining.

Andrzej doesn't count. You know I don't love him, we're finished.

Don't you get it?

I have a moral obligation, that's all.

I've used you, yes. But it's my moral obligation, that's all.

But I still want you to know that it pains me

every time you speak his name.

And what's more, I even feel guilty because I...

I feel like I'm not being generous enough to the lover of the woman I love.

Can you believe I feel guilty for that?

How can I measure up to a hero?

How can I measure up to a hero?

He's not a hero.

Metaphorically.

I didn't know you wanted to fight for something, to...

It's just a metaphor.

You've never told me that.

You see? I know nothing about you, about your feelings.

Why do you think I'm here? Why do I come here?

Trying to be with you between two flights.

Do you think it's fun for me? You think I enjoy it?

I hate it.

I find this situation just as awful as you do.

It's horrible.

But you have to understand that I didn't know any of this.

It's the ČSSR against Sweden.

He said that it's Czechoslovakia against Sweden.

The last period has just begun and it's still 0:0.

It's been a fairly boring game so far, dominated by tactical play.

Sweden are showing strong defence.

They look like a different team to that which lost 1:10

in the game against the USSR.

Czechoslovakia are being too reserved

and they are still a man down for the next 34 seconds.

Kadlec is currently on the penalty bench.

Can you understand what he's saying?

The last 0:0 game was at the 1982 world championships.

Czechoslovakia, in dark red, playing from left to right.

They have 24 seconds of penalty time left.

Some wine? - No, thank you.

There's coffee here. - Thank you.

You understand, right? If you...

I've never understood this game.

What are the rules?

It's fairly simple, the playing field is ice, and...

Pass me that knife.

There are five players on each team.

That's hockey, five on five.

And they are trying to get the puck in the other team's goal.

Do you have a dog?

Yes, I do. You?

Three.

Who's looking after them?

A friend.

You live together? - No.

She's a Polish writer, she doesn't have her own place.

So whenever a friend is away,

she looks after the flat.

Is it a big flat? - No.

How big? - One room and a kitchen.

It's only for me.

I live there alone.

Your little flat. - Yes.

Central?

No...

But not far.

Warsaw is small.

It still has... 1.5 million inhabitants. Is that right?

Yes, about that.

I've been very interested in Poland lately.

I've read a lot about it.

I even hunted out Polish newspapers in Paris.

I scoured them for your photos, but they're always from an agency.

Maybe some of them are yours, but your name's never there.

What will you do?

I don't know.

Do you want to move to France?

You want me to come to Poland? - No.

Why not?

I don't know... That's crazy, it's not possible.

But I want to live with you.

Then why not come to France?

What's holding you back?

I can't leave my country.

But I want to live with you.

Me too.

Now we've said that, what happens next?

Where do we go? What do we do?

I don't know.

Back to Benák.

Czechoslovakia are just not asserting themselves.

Eklund... and Kadlec. Now it's three against two!

Růžička... And it's a goal!

I feel like a glass of wine.

Can you open the bottle?

I can try.

Excuse me?

Can we drink this wine? - Of course.

Do you have a...

The girls have a corkscrew and glasses.

Excuse me... - You need a corkscrew?

Yes. - Come with me.

Bye. - Bye.

Mats Waltin...

Caldr in between.

His visor's jammed...

Listen...

I know a couple that lives in Poland.

A man and a woman. But they have no connection to life.

To real life.

You understand?

Because...

The man is French. He only listens to French radio.

He speaks no Polish, doesn't want to learn. He's a foreigner.

They bought a house in the woods. They live close to the city.

But it's not a real life.

It's impossible.

On top of that, the woman has no job. She is his wife, he is her husband.

Maybe they love each other, but they are not happy.

It's not real, it's a pretend life. You can't live like that.

We can't think like that. We have to decide one way or the other.

But we can't say, "It will be like this and not like this."

We have to make a decision and try to make it work,

even if we know that it won't be easy.

We can't picture everything in advance. That's no way to live, to love.

Then what's your decision? - I don't know.

I only know that...

I missed you so much this time, I couldn't stand it. That much I know.

I was even...

buying papers that showed the weather in other countries.

Knowing roughly where you were at any time, I could look and say,

"Oh, the weather there is like this." I would compare papers.

Because they are all slightly different.

One would say 38, another 40. So I would think, it's around 39.

It helped me to picture you. Because I couldn't bear your absence.

Do you love your wife?

Yes.

Does it pain you to be apart from her?

No.

What time is it?

If you leave, we have 40 minutes.

If you leave.

Do you want me to leave?

Of course not. Why ask such a stupid question?

Sorry.

Because I don't know. I know nothing.

In the bathroom, that was the first time you've said anything.

I know nothing about you.

I don't know if you love me, if you want to be with me.

I know nothing.

I can't talk. I don't know how.

I've never been able to answer questions immediately.

I just can't do it.

Here is a woman who is telling you everything.

That she loves you, that she wants to live with you.

You know all my problems. I've laid everything out before you.

I'm asking...

But I say, "Come to France". You say, "Impossible".

I say, "I'll come to Poland". You say, "Impossible".

I don't know...

Listen, you have problems, I have problems.

This is ridiculous.

Say something.

You have a woman here before you who is telling you that she loves you,

she wants to live with you.

I don't know how, but she wants to.

And I know nothing about you.

About your feelings, about who you are, about what you want from me.

You've never told me.

I can't give you an exact answer. I never could.

If you ask me something and you expect a specific answer,

I can't do it, I don't know...

I feel like I've said a lot, like I've...

What can't you do? What don't you know? Whether you love me or not?

Whether you want to live with me or not? I don't understand what you...

I don't understand.

When I was in Africa, I thought of you, I needed you. Now I see you and...

I didn't know what mood you would be in. I knew nothing...

I got here and decided to leave you because it's not good for me.

I meet you and tell you things that I've never dared tell anyone before,

and I get nothing.

You say that you were suffering, but...

Listen, I suggest you come to France,

you tell me it's not possible.

Because...

Let me finish. It's easy. It would be so easy.

No, because...

But you don't want me to come to Poland either.

So I can't go to Poland!

I don't know.

If I suggest coming to Poland, it's because I've thought about it.

I can't say to you, "Come to Poland".

I can't be responsible for you there.

I told you about that married couple. Don't you get it?

Get what?

That it would be impossible for me to live there with you. I don't know...

So I say, "Come to France".

And you say you love your country, you can't uproot to France.

Listen, it's ridiculous to argue about this.

You're right.

I'm right.

That can happen in ice hockey.

The team with a numerical disadvantage can risk that sort of pass.

It is allowed.

Liba, the goalie, is back on...

What will happen if you don't leave today?

If you leave tomorrow...

The day after tomorrow?

In two or three days?

No, I can't, it's...

I mean, yes, I have a...

If I leave, it's six months before I can come back this time.

Why? - It's work... I...

No, it's too complicated.

My next trip is in six months. I can't ask before that...

It's too complicated.

I'm going to finish my photos.

If you would try to sell them again...

There was never any question about that.

Thank you.

The ČSSR won.

Were you also rooting for Czechoslovakia?

Yes, I'm happy they won.

Funny, I was more behind Sweden.

If I were you, I'd support Czechoslovakia.

From where I'm sitting, you share the same enemy, no?

I have to go too. Bye.

When the boss comes, tell him the graphics aren't ready yet.

Err, yes.

Thanks for the wine. - You're welcome.

I bought these a year ago, but she's grown out of them.

I'm going to buy her a new pair.

In red.

They are my daughter's.

Yes, I get it.

I talked about my daughter's shoes

because you talked about Andrzej's photos.

It was stupid and thoughtless.

I don't know what you will decide,

but whatever you do decide,

I want you to know I have always been happy with you.

More so than with anyone else.

Even in that disgusting hotel room.

I don't give a damn how happy you've been.

Maybe all you needed was my arse.

Listen, I'm trying to tell you who I am.

You said you wanted to know.

I'm trying, in my own clumsy way, to open up to you.

Why am I thinking of leaving my country? Maybe there's no reason at all!

Fine! I'm a bastard who's only interested in your arse!

Their houses are very ill built, the walls bevel,

without one right angle in any apartment.

This defect arises from the contempt they bear to practical geometry,

which they despise as vulgar.

But the instructions they give

are too refined for the intellects of their workmen

And although they are dexterous enough upon a piece of paper

in the management of the rule, the pencil, and the divider,

in the common actions and behaviour of life

I have not seen a more clumsy, awkward, and unhandy people,

nor so slow and perplexed in their conceptions upon all other subjects

except those of mathematics and music.

They are very bad reasoners, and vehemently given to opposition,

unless when they are of the right opinion,

which is seldom their case.

Hello.

Would you like to have a go?

It's fun, you just go like this.

Thank you. - No problem.

Careful, that was close to the edge.

I'm going to do a few more laps.

Want to see my bad photos?

I'd rather see your arse.

Okay.

I'm keeping the top on, I'm cold.

Perfect.

Is that good?

Very good.

Don't leave.

Don't leave.

What are you thinking about?

A woman and a man.

An accident.

They are dead.

Antonio?

Beate?

Gabi?

Is no one here?

What's going on here?

I'm a friend of Antonio's, a Polish photographer.

You sold some of my pictures five months ago.

Antonio, what's going on?

Where are the graphics?

You said they'd be ready. The client's waiting.

We promised him.

This is a real mess, you know.

I was really counting on you.

Here I am with champagne... I'm very disappointed in you.

Okay, see you tomorrow. Bye.

What are you doing here?

Interesting.

Amateurs! These amateurs!

I love you so much.

I brought the medication you asked for, for your mother.

I'll leave it here. - Thank you.

I called my mother.

I told her that... I'm staying here.

On Laputa, there's an ingenious architect who came up with the idea

of building houses from top to bottom.

From roof to foundation.

He got the idea from watching...

insects.

Bees.

Spiders.

But he hasn't quite made it work yet.

Another brilliant savant has been working on a project for eight years,

trying to extract sunbeams from cucumbers

to store them in hermetically sealed vials

so they can be let out when it's cold.

These people constantly worried, never enjoying a minute's peace of mind.

But their troubles come from causes that barely affect other mortals.

They arise from several changes they dread in the celestial bodies.

For instance, that the earth,

by the continual approaches of the sun towards it,

must, in the course of time, be absorbed or swallowed up.

That the earth very narrowly escaped a brush from the tail

of the last comet, which would have reduced it to ashes.

And the next, which they have calculated for 31 years hence,

will probably destroy us.

They are so alarmed with the apprehensions of these,

and similar impending dangers,

that they can neither sleep soundly

nor have any relish for the common pleasures and amusements of life.

Coming?

Don't grip too tightly, or we'll both fall.

I'm coming with you to Warsaw tonight.

You have no visa.

Fine, then we go to the airport and get on the first flight, wherever it's going.

No, I don't have a visa.

Berlin is the only place in Europe I can go without one.

Get it at the airport. - No, I'm Polish.

It would take two or three weeks. It's not possible.

Besides, if I stay here with my service passport,

it could be, who knows, five years until I can go back

I would have to settle it all with the Polish government.

That could take five years for all I know.

It's difficult.

My mother is sick. She could die in the next five years.

I couldn't go and see her.

Then I'll fly back to Paris...

and settle all my affairs.

I think it takes about 15 days to get a visa for Poland.

And then, come what may, I'll meet you in Warsaw in 15 days.

What time is it?

Ten minutes left.

Come on.

Bye!

Close the door, for god's sake!

Promise you'll call every day. - Will you be at yours?

No, at my mother's. - I will call today.

When will you arrive? - Around nine.

I can try you tomorrow at the hotel?

I'm leaving early. The site's finished, I'll only be back once more.

And in Paris?

It's difficult. Better if I call you.

Know what?

I hate your raincoat. - So do I.

What are you doing?

The flying or floating island

is exactly circular,

its diameter 7,837 yards,

or about four miles and a half,

and consequently contains 10,000 acres.

It is 300 yards thick.

The under surface, which appears to those who view it below,

is one even plate of adamant,

shooting up to a height of about 200 yards.

You've reached Marianne and Paul.

Please leave a message with your name and number, thank you.

Marianne, it's Paul. I'll be back at 4 p.m. tomorrow.

I finished early.

If you still have that extra opera ticket,

I would love to join you.

I haven't bought Anna's new shoes yet, I've been too busy today.

But I will.

That's all... See you tomorrow.