Here is a dialogue:
Leu: How are you? Any new development about the house?
Luisa: Hello my dear!  Sadly not. No news at all regarding the house :(( We'll be sitting on it till the end of our lives!
Leu: That can't be. It is such a fantastic property. In such an incredibly beautiful estate. It's a matter of time.
Luisa: That's what we thought last spring when we put it on the market.
Leu: It took me 2 years to sell my flat back in Poland.
Luisa: Oh well... Wait and see. The last prospective buyers we had, 5 weeks back, were so enthusiastic we'd thought we're done. They said ours was shortlisted, their favourite in Ballito, but they still wanted to check another estate. And that was it. She didn't even bother to phone, just sent me a minimal message. Bill got so frustrated that he drank himself stiff that night.
Leu: He does it from time to time, doesn't he?
Luisa: From time to time? Regularly!!! Can't you remember?!
Leu: Not quite. Never saw him really tight.
Luisa: Cause you used to leave before his evening was over. I'm seriously worried about his health, to tell you the truth. It's just every day that he tipples.
Leu: As if slowly killing himself with liquor.
Luisa: He doesn't care. He says he's got his life behind him.
Leu: But it is terrible. How can you cope with it?
Luisa: I stopped to care too. It is his life. If he wants to put a quicker end to it, it's up to him. Look I cannot do anything about it. What hide bottles? Just don't want to have an invalid in my house one day.
Leu: Therapy?
Luisa: Gimme a break! Can you imagine Bill attending an AA therapy like a good boy! I can't.
Leu: Nor can I.
Luisa: We even stopped talking about his drinking problem long ago. When he started, just after and because of his early retirement, I thought I'd better refrain from commenting because he's so depressed. But then it was worse and worse... Now it's too late.
Leu: Poor Luisa, poor Bill. It is so sad. But you are tough Luisa. You are so incredibly tough and strong and even-tempered, I'd say.
Luisa: Yes, I am. That keeps me sane. I don't worry if I can't change it. To a degree...
Leu: Right you are! "The beach scape changes every month as tides bring in tons of sand and cover the rocks making the beach appear totally different." Do you remember?
Luisa: "Then the rocks are laid bare as the tide pulls away the sand. Such is life."

What were they talking about?
Luisa has had no luck selling her house yet. It took Leu 2 year to sell his apartment. Bill has a drinking problem. Luisa has stopped trying to help Bill.
Här är en dialog: Leu: Hur mår du? Något nytt om huset? Hej, min kära! Tyvärr inte. Inga nyheter alls om huset :(( Vi kommer att sitta på det till slutet av våra liv! Det kan inte vara sant. Det är en fantastisk egendom. I ett så otroligt vackert gods. Det är en tidsfråga. Luisa: Det var vad vi trodde förra våren när vi släppte ut det på marknaden. Leu: Det tog mig 2 år att sälja min lägenhet i Polen. Luisa: Jaha... Vänta och se. De sista köpare vi hade, för fem veckor sen, var så entusiastiska att vi trodde att vi var klara. De sa att vår var nominerad, deras favorit i Ballito, men de ville ändå kolla en annan egendom. Och det var allt. Hon brydde sig inte ens om att ringa, bara skickade ett minimalt meddelande. Bill blev så frustrerad att han drack sig stel den kvällen. Leu: Han gör det då och då, eller hur? Luisa: Då och då? Regelbundet!! Minns du inte? Leu: Inte riktigt. Jag har aldrig sett honom så hårt. Luisa: För du brukade åka innan hans kväll var över. Jag är orolig för hans hälsa. Det är bara varje dag som han tippar. Leu: Som om han långsamt tog livet av sig med sprit. Luisa: Han bryr sig inte. Han säger att han har sitt liv bakom sig. Leu: Men det är hemskt. Hur kan du klara av det? Luisa: Jag slutade också att bry mig. Det är hans liv. Om han vill få ett snabbare slut på det, så är det upp till honom. Jag kan inte göra nåt åt det. Vilka gömma flaskor? Jag vill bara inte ha en invalid i mitt hus en dag. - Terapi? Lägg av! Kan du tänka dig att Bill går på en AA-terapi som en snäll pojke! Jag kan inte. Leu: Inte heller jag. Luisa: Vi slutade till och med prata om hans alkoholproblem för länge sedan. När han började, strax efter och på grund av sin förtidspension, tänkte jag att jag borde avstå från att kommentera eftersom han är så deprimerad. Men det var värre och värre nu är det för sent. Stackars Luisa, stackars Bill. Det är så sorgligt. Men du är tuff Luisa. Du är så otroligt tuff och stark och jämn. Luisa: Ja, det är jag. Det håller mig frisk. Jag oroar mig inte om jag inte kan ändra på det. Till en viss grad... "Strandlandskapet förändras varje månad när tidvattnet drar in tonvis med sand och täcker klipporna så att stranden framstår som helt annorlunda." Minns du? Luisa: "Då läggs klipporna blottade när tidvattnet drar bort sanden. Sådant är livet." Vad pratade de om?
Here's a dialogue: Leu: How are you? Any word on the house? Hello, my dear! I'm afraid not. No news at all about the house :(We will sit on it until the end of our lives! That can't be true. It's an amazing property. In such an incredibly beautiful estate. It's a matter of time. Luisa: That's what we thought last spring when we put it on the market. Leu: It took me 2 years to sell my apartment in Poland. Luisa: Well... Wait and see. The last buyers we had, five weeks ago, were so enthusiastic that we thought we were done. They said ours was nominated, their favorite in Ballito, but they still wanted to check another property. And that's it. She didn't even bother to call, just sent me a minimal message. Bill got so frustrated, he drank himself stiff that night. Leu: He does it from time to time, doesn't he? Luisa: Every once in a while? Regular!! Don't you remember? Leu: Not really. I've never seen him so hard. Luisa: Because you used to leave before his night was over. I'm worried about his health. It's just every day that he dumps. Leu: Like he slowly killed himself with liquor. Luisa: He doesn't care. He says he's got his life behind him. Leu: But it's horrible. How can you do that? Luisa: I stopped caring too. It's his life. If he wants to put a faster end to it, it's up to him. There's nothing I can do about it. Who's hiding bottles? I just don't want an invalid in my house one day. - Therapy? Come on! Can you imagine Bill going to an AA therapy like a good boy? I can't. Leu: Neither do I. Luisa: We even stopped talking about his alcohol problem a long time ago. When he started, soon after and due to his early retirement, I thought I should refrain from commenting because he is so depressed. But it was worse and worse now it's too late. Poor Luisa, poor Bill. It's so sad. But you're tough Luisa. You're so incredibly tough and strong and even. Luisa: Yeah, I am. It keeps me healthy. I'm not worried if I can't change that. To a certain degree... "The beach landscape changes every month as the tide draws in tons of sand and covers the rocks so that the beach appears quite different." Remember? Luisa: "Then the rocks are laid bare as the tide pulls the sand away. That's life." What were they talking about?
Luisa har inte lyckats sälja sitt hus än. Det tog Leu 2 år att sälja sin lägenhet. Bill har alkoholproblem. Luisa har slutat försöka hjälpa Bill.
Luisa hasn't been able to sell her house yet. It took Leu 2 years to sell his apartment. Bill's got a drinking problem. Luisa's stopped trying to help Bill.