The Scarpa

 Me and mum had bought lottery tickets for Bingolotto. Someone in the store told us that we needed to know the "scarpa" code, because that's how you got the really big wins. The store manager reluctantly started spelling it out. The code itself was something based on the current time and only real store managers knew how to create it.

I was going to an audition in Stockholm and met Victor von Schirach and a female friend of his. I complemented his Scanian accent in the UD-series. We stood in line to be let in and I noticed that I was among the shortest people there. Reacting spontaneously when I saw a girl towering over me, surely at least 210 cm tall, I sad "wow, you're tall!". Victor gave me an elbow in the ribs and I realised how rudely that might be perceived, so I quickly followed up with "wow, I'm really like a kindergarten kid today, just pointing out everything I see" and joked around about myself. The tall girl laughed and things seemed OK.

I got inside a casting studio where a casting director / actor who looked a bit like John Lithgowe was going to try out three other people for a role. I sad hello to his female secretary and started helping out with random things in there, like pouring the tea, just to have a reason to be there. The CD told me to do something or not get in the way and I told him "no sir" and "no mister" and he got terribly angry for me calling him these prefixes. He got so angry that he wanted me to try out for the part as well.

I watched him try another actor out and he didn't stick to the script, which hed handed out just beforehand, at all. This confused the actor as the man seemed to just fling random insults at him.

I was playing the role of a little girl. Me and mum were out on a street in London and we were still looking for a full scarpa for our lottery tickets. We got into a store with a stressed business owner who was going to give it to us as soon as he had time. I decided to write my down in gingerbread dough, which I started to flatten out on a desk. Some other customers complained that the lottery had all gone to hell these days and that Leif "Loket" Olsson, the presenter of the lottery show, had started using the scarpa to sometimes devalue the lottery tickets.

Me and mum still were hopeful, though, and I removed a few scribbles from the gingerbread dough, to prepare for the scarpa. The proprietor started citing it, based on the current time, but for some reason we had to run and leave it all behind. We ended up in an alley, where two of my friends already were. They were scared. Then, the proprietor, played by Travis, arrived. He pushed me against a wall and, since I was just a little girl, I held up a small scissor to my chest, pointed towards him. He didn't notice, however, but started whispering in my ear that because he liked me, he'd give me the real scarpa. But I mustn't tell ANYONE else.

There were demonstrations / riots going on in the city, and one of the guys with us was hurt. The military had arrived, though it was just one guy and his giant pet robot, walking on two legs. He pointed at the wounded guy and told the robot to destroy that one. It fired off a few loud shots and then they headed off. We were shocked. As I went up to my friend who had been shot, he now looked like a poorly animated 3d character, or like a porygon, and he started to fall apart like ashes in the wind. It was as if he'd been de-programmed to unexist. We reflected over how cold and brutal the military was.