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submondo is located in a basement with a door that tends to jam. The film has already started when I get there, but it doesn\u2019t matter. Submondo lets you come and go as you please. It\u2019s still light out when I get there, but inside the theater it\u2019s dark, lights off.<\/p>\n

I take a seat in the far back and sink into the soft red velvet. Today\u2019s screening is a movie about a woman who becomes witness to a murder. She sees it all in a mirror. Over and over, we\u2019re shown what the woman witnessed in the mirror. An image of a shiny knife being raised. An image of the mirror that\u2019s suddenly splattered with blood. Watching the movie, I can\u2019t stop thinking about the woman\u2019s nails. They\u2019re perfectly oval, painted in mother-of-pearl white.<\/p>\n

I watch the woman\u2019s nails as she holds a white Bakelite phone receiver, as she lights a cigarette, as she opens her marbled green compact to check in the little round makeup mirror that nobody has followed her onto the street, and as she, in one of the film\u2019s last scenes, closes her hand around a small silver gun. The gun looks like a toy. She follows the murderer onto the street.<\/p>\n

She follows the sound of the murderer\u2019s footsteps. It\u2019s a long take. All you hear is the sound of heels against the sidewalk, like a ricocheting heartbeat. She turns the corner and fires. She shoots the murderer. But nobody believes her when she says the person she\u2019s killed is a murderer. Nobody has heard about the murder she describes, the murder she witnessed, the murder in the mirror. The victim is not missed by anyone. Nobody knows what she\u2019s talking about when she tells them what she\u2019s seen.<\/p>\n

They think she\u2019s crazy. She\u2019s detained and locked up in a mental hospital. In her iris, in the eye\u2019s mirror, we see the murderer\u2019s silhouette. That\u2019s the film\u2019s final image. The lights in the theater come on. It\u2019s an entertaining movie. The ending is open to interpretation. When I enter the street again it\u2019s dark outside. I walk home along the canal.<\/p>\n

I unlock the door to my building, cross the yard, and walk up the stairs, all five flights of stairs. I unlock my door and drop the keys in the bowl. I turn on the lights in the hall. I take off my shoes and my coat. I linger in the hall and listen for a moment.<\/p>\n

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Hanna Johansson began her writing career as a critic and essayist covering topics like fashion, literature, art, and performance, and currently works as the art editor at the Swedish newspaper Svenska Dagbladet. Her debut novel, Antiquity, was awarded the Katapultpriset Prize in 2021. Kira Josefsson is a writer and translator working between English and Swedish. She is the recipient of grants from the PEN\/Heim Translation Fund and the Swedish Arts Council. She writes about the intersection of politics, literature, and identity for both Swedish- and English-language publications.<\/p>\n

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