We’re left without a chance, ignorant and remorseful among the ruins of our ambitions. - Ingmar Bergman

My parents spoke of piety, of love, and of humility. I have really tried hard. But as long as there was a God in my world, I couldn't even get close to my goals. My humility was not humble enough. My love remained nonetheless far less than the love of Christ or of the saints or even my own mother's love. And my piety was forever poisoned by grave doubts. Now that God is gone, I feel that all this is mine; piety toward life, humility before my meaningless fate, and love for the other children who are afraid, who are ill, who are cruel.

ایوا : (تنها) فقط باید خودم را تسکین بدهم. نمی‌شود همیشه انتظار داشته باشم که وقتی احساس درماندگی می‌کنم، دیگران به کمکم بیایند. در واقع ما همیشه باید یه آرامی گریه کنیم تا کسی صدایمان را نشنود

Alexander Ekdahl, is eleven years old, and lives in the small Swedish city of Uppsala. He lives in a large townhouse, divided into four splendid apartments, with his sister, Fanny, his parents, his two uncles and aunts, his cousin, his grandmother, and a number of servants.