Torka aldrig tårar utan handskar: 1. Kärleken

Never Wipe Tears Without Gloves: 1. Love

by Jonas Gardell

A Beautiful Love Story in the Shadow of AIDS.

When Rasmus steps off the train at Stockholm’s Central Station in September 1982 he is leaving the small industrial community of Koppom behind, never to return. Young and beautiful he throws himself into Stockholm’s gay community, unable to say no to anyone.

Benjamin is a Jehova’s Witness, enthusiastically going from door to door preaching about God. Nothing can shake his faith until the day he knocks on the door belonging to Paul, the warmest, funniest and bitchiest homosexual God ever created. Then, on the evening of Christmas Eve, with snow falling over the city, Rasmus and Benjamin meet, and nothing is the same again.

This is a story of a time and a place. It happened here, in the city of Stockholm, on these streets, among the people who live out their lives here. In this city’s parks, its pavement cafés, bars, sauna clubs, porn cinemas, hospitals, churches and graveyards. In a city where most of the inhabitants carried on with their lives as if nothing was happening, young men fell ill, grew thinner, wasted away and died. It was like a war being fought in peace time. The very people who loved the most, who were possessed by love - they were the ones taken by the frost.

Torka aldrig tårar utan handskar / Never Wipe Tears Without Gloves is a compelling, passionate and desperate portrayal of 1980s Stockholm, of people who had started to grasp their freedom for the first time in history, and about an illness that breaks out and threatens to kill them all.

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