Shame. Part 4

She looked at the clock. It was already eight-thirty and the woman had promised to pick her up at twenty past eight. It was almost 200 kilometres to the course venue, and if they didn't get going soon they would arrive too late for the first session. She always prided herself on being punctual, and she felt a slight pang of annoyance.

She turned round and glanced over at the newspaper kiosk. Involuntarily she scanned the placards with the headlines from the evening papers.

'13-YEAR-OLD girl held as girl held as s.e.x SLAVE s.e.x SLAVE for three months.' for three months.'

And then its compet.i.tor alongside: '8 out of 10 diagnosed incorrectly. A COUGH A COUGH can be a can be a DEADLY DISEASE DEADLY DISEASE. Test whether you are affected.'

She shook her head. One might almost imagine that the newspaper publishers were trained in neurophysiology. Appealing directly to their buyers' primitive alarm systems was a foolproof method of catching their attention. It lay embedded deep inside the ur-brain, and as in all other mammals its purpose was to search its surroundings constantly for possible danger. The placards acted as one big warning signal. A potential threat that had arisen. But someone who was afraid needed to be informed why why, not merely how how, and especially not in disgusting detail. It wouldn't put a stop to any fears; on the contrary, and consequently she suspected that the evening papers' placards had a greater effect on the tenor of society than people realised. No one could avoid them, and what else could the readers do with all the fear that was constantly being forced upon them but hide it away in some nook and let it lie there, to be mixed with a suspicion of foreigners and a general feeling of hopelessness?

The fact that people bought newspapers that used placards like this was the triumph of the primitive ur-brain over the intelligence of the cerebral cortex.

A red van came driving at high speed from the direction of Storgatan, but she didn't pay it much attention. Painted on the side was BoRJE'S CONSTRUCTION BoRJE'S CONSTRUCTION in big letters. If she remembered correctly, the woman had introduced herself as se. The van slowed to a stop with the engine running. The woman behind the wheel was in her fifties and leaned across the pa.s.senger seat to roll down the side window. in big letters. If she remembered correctly, the woman had introduced herself as se. The van slowed to a stop with the engine running. The woman behind the wheel was in her fifties and leaned across the pa.s.senger seat to roll down the side window.

'Monika?'

She grabbed the handle of her suitcase on wheels and walked towards the van.

'I thought it might be you. Hi, I'm Monika.'

The woman shifted back over to the driver's seat and hopped out. She held out her hand to Monika and introduced herself.

'I'm sorry you had to wait, but believe it or not my car wouldn't start. Jesus, what a ha.s.sle. I had to take my husband's van instead, and I hope it's okay. I've tried to shove the worst of the junk off the seats.'

Monika smiled. It would take a lot more than a van to dampen her spirits.

'No problem at all.'

se took her bag and tossed it in the side door of the van. Monika glimpsed a metal rack with carpenters' tools on it and a firmly secured table saw with a round blade before se slid the side doors shut.

'It's a good thing there are only two of us. I tried to get hold of some others from around here, but luckily they'd already organised lifts, otherwise they'd have to lie in the back of the van.'

'So, there are others going from here?'

'Five of them. All I know is that some are from the Council and some from KappAhl, I think, or one of the big department stores, anyway I can't remember.'

Monika opened the door and climbed into the pa.s.senger seat. A green pine air-freshener dangled from the rear-view mirror. se followed her gaze and sighed.

'I dearly love my husband, but he has never had particularly good taste.'

She opened the glove box and tossed the pine tree inside. The aroma still lingered, and she rolled down the window before she put the car in gear and drove off.

'Okay.'

The word was accompanied by a relieved sigh.

'Finally, we're on our way. A couple of mornings like this a year are liable to shorten your life expectancy.'

Monika looked out the side window and smiled. She already felt like calling Thomas.

The course venue looked like it had once been a boarding-house. Yellow with white corners and a newly built annexe next door with all the hotel rooms. The journey here had been full of laughter and wise insights. se had proven to be both witty and funny, and perhaps humour was a necessary trait, considering she was head of a treatment centre for drug-addicted girls in their early teens.

'I don't really know how I stand it, hearing all the things some of those girls have been through. But every time I realise that I've had a hand in helping some of them move on and break their addiction, it's all worth it.'

The world was full of heroic people.

And those who wished they were heroic.

On the schedule they had received in the mail, it said the course would begin with a reception and the introduction of the leaders and partic.i.p.ants. The rest of the afternoon they would learn how to motivate their co-workers by 'understanding people's basic needs'. Monika could feel her interest flagging. She wanted to go home, and as soon as she got her key and checked into her room she rang Thomas. He answered right away, even though he was in a meeting and really couldn't talk. And afterwards her motivation to 'understand people's basic needs' was even less.

She already knew all about it.

'Well, now you know who I am, so it's time for all of us to find out who you are. Your names are on your name tags, so you can skip that part. But the rest of us have no idea what you do.'

Twenty-three newly arrived partic.i.p.ants sat in a circle and listened intently to the woman standing in the centre. She was the only one who seemed comfortable in this situation; those seated looked around the circle rather self-consciously. Monika was struck by how obvious it was. Twenty-three grown people, all in leadership positions, several wearing suits, had suddenly been hauled out of their comfort zones and were bereft of any kind of control. As if by magic, twenty-three scared kids now sat there instead. She felt it herself; the discomfort crept through her body, and not even the thought of Thomas made her plight feel more bearable.

'With regard to the course content for this afternoon, I have a proposal and a request about what I'd like you to tell us about yourselves, so I thought I'd start with a little exercise.'

Monika met se's glance and they exchanged a brief smile. se had told her in the car that she had never been to a 'personal development' course before and that she was a bit sceptical. It was the session about how to handle stress that had appealed to her.

The woman in the centre continued: 'To start with, I'd like you all to close your eyes.'

The partic.i.p.ants glanced uncertainly at each other, mutely wondering what this was about before they retreated one by one into darkness. Monika felt even more vulnerable now, as if she were sitting naked on her chair and no longer knew whose eyes to hide from. The leg of a chair sc.r.a.ped on the floor. She was sorry that she had let herself be talked into coming.

'I'm going to say six words. I want you to pay attention to your thoughts and above all notice the first specific memory that comes to mind when you hear them.'

Someone coughed to Monika's left. Only a faint whirring from the air conditioning broke the silence.

'Are you ready? Then we'll begin.'

Monika shifted position on her chair.

The woman paused at length between the words to give them time to sink in.

'Fear ... Sorrow ... Anger ... Jealousy ... Love ... Shame ...'

A long silence followed, and Monika was all too conscious of both her thoughts and the specific memory they had evoked. Six thoughts, straight as an arrow, which mercilessly forced her towards the precise memory she wanted to forget most of all. She opened her eyes to break the spell.

The urge to get up and leave was overwhelming.

Most of the people around her remained sitting with their eyes closed; only a few had fled from the experience behind their eyelids. Now their shameful gazes met, only to rush on in a desperate search for a way out.

'Are you ready? Then open your eyes.'

Their eyes opened and bodies shifted. Some were smiling and others looked as though they were reflecting on their thoughts.

'Did it go well?'

Many nodded while others looked more doubtful. Monika sat quite still. She did not reveal with any expression what she was feeling. The woman in the centre smiled.

'It's been said that these six feelings are universal and that they're found in every culture on earth. Since we're going to talk about people's basic needs in the next exercise, it would be rather stupid not to make use of our expertise. I think that what you were thinking of just now when we did this was the event, or at least one of the few events, that has been most crucial in your lives and that has influenced you most.'

Monika clenched her fists and felt her nails pressing into her palms.

'When you introduce yourselves, if there's anyone who wants to tell the rest of us what they were thinking about, you're more than welcome to do so. But I can't force you, of course, and above all I can't check that you're telling the truth.'

Scattered smiles, even laughter from some of them.

'Who wants to start?'

No one volunteered. Monika tried to make herself invisible by sitting utterly still and looking at her lap. She had come here voluntarily. At this moment that was impossible to comprehend. Then she sensed a movement to her right and saw to her horror that the man next to her was raising his hand.

'I'll start.'

'Fine.'

The smiling woman moved closer to read his name tag.

'Mattias, go ahead.'

Monika was having heart palpitations. By raising his hand he had instigated a natural starting sequence and suddenly it would be her turn next. She had to think up something to say.

Something different.

'Okay, well, I'll do as I've been told, like the obedient student I am, and skip all the formalities and such and get straight to the important stuff.'

Monika turned her head and stole a glance at him. Just over thirty. Jeans and a polo shirt. He looked around the circle as a means of greeting everyone, and for a second their eyes met. His whole being radiated self-confidence without being full of arrogance. Merely a healthy sense of self that made the others relax. But it didn't help her.

He scratched the back of his neck for a moment.

'For me it wasn't a specific event I thought of, but a process that continued for several years. But I didn't need to do this exercise to know that the most important moment in my life was when my wife took her first hesitant steps again.'

He paused, picked at something on the arm of his chair and cleared his throat.

'It was a little more than five years ago now. We were quite advanced scuba divers in those days. Pernilla, that's my wife, and I, were out with four friends diving in a shipwreck when the accident happened.'

It was evident that he had told this story many times. The words came loosely and easily and nothing was hard to admit.

'There was nothing particularly special about that day, we had made dives like this hundreds of times before. I don't know how many of you know anything about scuba diving, but for those who don't know you always dive in pairs. Even if you're in a group, you always have a buddy to watch out for during the dive.'

A man in a suit on the other side of the circle nodded, as if to show that he also knew about diving rules.

Mattias smiled and nodded back before he went on.

'This time Pernilla was diving with another friend. My buddy and I had probably been down for three-quarters of an hour, and we were the first ones up. I remember that I took off my gear and that we talked a little about what we had seen down there, but by then too much time had pa.s.sed and the only ones who hadn't come up were Pernilla and Anna.'

Now something changed in his tone. Maybe a person could talk about a really difficult experience as many times as he liked without it getting any easier. Monika didn't know. How would she know?

'I hadn't been at the surface long enough to go back down, and the others tried to stop me, you know how it is with nitrogen uptake and all that, but the h.e.l.l with it, I decided to go down again. It was as if I sensed that something was wrong.'

He paused, took a deep breath, and smiled apologetically.

'Please excuse me, I've told this many times but ...'

Monika couldn't see who was sitting to the right of him, but she could see a woman's hand. The hand was placed over his in a gesture of sympathy and then vanished from view. Mattias showed with a nod that he appreciated the support and then continued.

'Anyway, I met Anna halfway down and she was completely hysterical. Well, we couldn't talk but we signed to each other and I understood that Pernilla was stuck somewhere in the wreck and her air had almost run out.'

Now the self-confidence came back into his voice. As if he really wanted to make everyone understand. And share his experience. He sounded almost eager when he continued.

'I don't think I've ever been that scared in my life, but what happened was so strange. Everything suddenly became crystal clear. I just had to go down and get her, that was it, there was no other thought.'

Monika swallowed.

'I don't know if it's true that there is some kind of sixth sense that gets switched on in situations like this, but it was as if I could sense where she was. I found her straightaway inside the wreck.'

Now the words were flowing again. He waved his hands in the air to emphasise what he was saying.

'She was unconscious, lying half-buried under a pile of debris that had fallen on top of her; I remember every detail as if I'd seen it in a movie.'

He shook his head as if he too found the whole thing inconceivable.

'Anyway, I got her up to the surface, but after that all my memories are gone. I remember almost nothing; the others had to tell me what happened.'

He fell silent again. Monika pressed her nails harder into her palms.

Everything he had done that she hadn't.

'Her spine was injured when that wall collapsed on her. I was in the decompression chamber, so the first 24 hours I couldn't be with her, and that was really unbearable.'

He picked at the arm of his chair again and this time the pause was longer. n.o.body said a word. Everyone sat quietly, waiting for the rest of the story; letting him have all the time he needed. Then he raised his eyes from the arm-rest and his expression was sombre. Everyone understood how serious the accident had been, and what marks it had left on his life. When he went on, his tone was objective and matter-of-fact.

'Well, I don't want to talk all afternoon, but to cut a long story short, she fought for almost three years to learn to walk again. And if that wasn't enough, it turned out that our insurance premium had arrived two days late, so the company refused to pay anything during her entire rehabilitation. But Pernilla was fantastic; I don't understand how she had the guts. She worked like a dog during those years, and it was just so tough not to be able to do anything but stand by her side and give her encouragement.'

Then he looked around the circle and smiled again.

'So, the day she took her first steps I can honestly say were the best in my whole life. Along with the day our daughter Daniella was born.'

It was utterly still. Mattias looked around and finally he was the one to break the respectful silence.

'Well, that little episode was what I thought of.'