Hello, it's me
January 18th, nineteen-...
What am I talking about?
January 18th, 2017, I’ve turned 55.
Got a lot of birthday wishes on Facebook Messenger.
Turns out I’m not as lonely as I thought I was.
I have quite a few friends actually and yesterday...
I thought no-one would remember,
and today I'm drowning in wishes.
How nice.
And so...
Łukasz Ojrowski: "Krzysiek, best wishes" A nice short one.
...from some telephone number I don’t even know.
Ryszard Augustyniak posted on your timeline:
"Keep up your great ideas,
all the best, Ryszard".
Damn, turns out I’m not all alone.
Sitting here all by myself thinking something's wrong with the outside world,
but everything is okay. It’s all in my head, I guess.
I don’t always feel that good, but now it’s kinda... nice.
I still have my friends and family
and it’s not like everybody has forgotten about me already.
Oh, hi Dad!
Hello, son. Listen,
- what about me visiting you this year? - With Mom?
Well, that’d be very nice.
But I’d have to know in advance, ‘cos it’s a bit of a mess in here.
- It would be in May or June. - Well, I’d clean up.
It’d be very nice. I’m glad you called.
I was going to call you, but I never quite got round to it...
Okay Dad, thanks for the call. Don’t want you to get a big phone bill.
Say hello to everyone.
- Bye, thanks for the call. - Thanks, take care, bye.
Are you happy that Daddy’s coming?
Say ‘I'm happy’.
I’m happy, I’m really happy.
I’m really happy.
...said the horse, and it dropped dead.
I was excited at first, but actually I don’t really know
what I can tell him now.
I don’t want to put my father under any stress now
by doing some kind of therapy and upsetting him,
talking about my issues, digging into the past
now that he’s over eighty.
I guess I will have to change my attitude towards them a bit.
I shouldn’t drag things out of him, issues he may not even be aware of.
Maybe he hasn’t reflected on all this so much.
Like how he would always devote his time to me in the past,
but it was never quite what it should have been.
He would do it "offline",
in the garage, in the workshop.
Always messing with screws and bikes, but he wasn’t there physically.
Then he would give me a finished present and leave me alone to play with it.
But how was he supposed to know
that I needed a father, not a machine?
Why do I surround myself now with machines and not people?
Because he gave me machines all the time.
In fact, I inherited my passion for engineering from him.
Now I surround myself with machines and not people, that’s how I was raised.
Hi!
Good morning!
How was your flight?
Good.
Hi, I hit your cuff accidentally...
You’re looking kind of military today. - No, why?
- I’ve got money if you need some. - I’ll give it back in a second.
I need ten pounds.
I didn’t expect it not to take cards.
- I’ve got a ten. - Thanks.
What have we here?
Oh my!
You need to let some fresh air in here...
Have a seat, I’ll come back in a second.
We’ll sit down...
and look around.
Is that a barometer? Or a clock?
It’s a clock, a regular clock.
It’s stopped working.
That’s how it goes, Krzysiu.
That’s how it goes.
My head stays at the same level.
Look, black swans!
- Black swans in the river! - Black swans.
What are you doing?
Look, Staszek, black swans!
- The blackest swans in the world. - And wild snakes!
- Come and see! - Look! Snakes, snakes, snakes!
Come here!
- I see the swans. - You do? Good.
Black swans!
And wild snakes!
Look Dad, a snake!
Shush, shush.
A little more brightness...
What's this?
Mum asked if I had any friends here.
I told her I had none. But I do.
Look: I have a friend.
I have a friend...
Daddy!
It can’t hold a note...
And that's the whole story.
What are you doing?
See how tall you’ve grown.
- What did you do? - Nothing, Dad’s got taller somehow.
- Somebody peed in here! - Krzysiek’s buried himself.
- Somebody peed in here! - Peed? No, come on.
There's water underneath.
It’s good to be a child again.
I couldn't feel like a child when I was alone,
sitting by myself here in London. Now you’ve come
and I feel like I’m your child, properly.
See, you won’t find two identical ones.
Even the smallest ones are all different.
No two identical ones.
What will it be like 20 years from now? You’ll both be 98.
- We won't live to be that old. - You will, don’t worry.
When I turn 85, you will both be 100.
- Right? 85,90... No, wait. - We won’t be around then.
When I'm 75, Dad will be 100. Aunt Jadzia lived to be 99.
You never know.
Danuta Szaflarska lived to 103 or 102.
Well, well.
Welcome on board. What’s up?
- I’m waiting for the sun. - You’re waiting for the sun?
So you didn’t actually come to see us, you’re just waiting for the sunlight...
Now let’s shoot the shadows.
What will you be doing with that car tomorrow?
Oh, I just wanted to...
never mind.
The car is a time machine... it’s not an ordinary car.
Okay, but what are you planning...?
I don’t want to explain, because you won’t believe me.
It’s something... that hasn’t been invented yet.
Well, okay then.
It’s a kind of time machine.
It may look funny, but it’s sure to work.
- Alright, I won’t ask any further. - You just need to use it.
I feel it might work.
I have a question for you.
I just want to shoot a little spoof...
with no faces or anything...
I just don’t have anyone to do it with,
I've no friends... and today is a good opportunity to go for a drive.
- Today? - Yes, now.
- You need two people? - Two, me and two other people.
- What will we have to do? - Wear a costume and sit in the car.
What kind of costume?
You’ll see. Dad, you go first. Just take off your sweater.
It’s so good to have you doing this with me.
I couldn’t talk anyone into it for over a year.
People would laugh at me or give me lousy excuses...
"Are you okay?"
Babies don’t push their own pram, though.
No, they don’t. That’s why there’s a handle.
I’m kinda large and fat and it’s all coming apart.
- Wait, wait. - Could you button me up?
Wait, wait, wait.
I’m a little oversized for a baby.
Hang on, hang on.
Got a pacifier here.
Shall we sit in the front?
One in the front and the other in the back?
Come along.
- So in the front or the back? - In the back.
Dad goes in the back, Mum in the front.