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I'll have to leave at half past ten,

my mother is coming.

Excuse me.

Can I make a brief phone call?

- No, this one is just in-house.

Here. Hello.

Yes, may I?

Are you a stalker?

Do you have a ticket left?

Hello, it's me,

where the hell are you?

I see,

I...

Thank you.

- You're welcome.

Do you go often to the theatre?

- Actually never,

but a friend takes part in the play.

... in death I scream!

Thank you.

Whose role is she playing?

The young poet.

Ahh, she's good.

You seemed somehow exerted

yesterday, didn't you?

I beg your pardon?

In the ethics council.

How do you mean?

I don't know, somehow I had this feeling,

You did argue, not,

because you were against my position,

but because you were

somehow against me.

Why is my verse so barren of new pride,

So far from variation or quick change?

Why with the time do I not glance aside

To new-found methods and to

compounds strange?

What is your substance,

whereof are you made,

that millions of strange shadows on you

tend?

Since every one hath, every one, one

shade?

I think the texts for themselves are

already great,

they didn't need any enhancements.

But...

That's Wilson, maybe you should have

went to see Mother Courage,

although, there is also a lot of music in it,

might be actually a stupid idea.

I think, I'll have to go this way.

- Okay, so...

So, bye.

- Bye and thanks again!

You're welcome! Bye!

Hanna, well,

come on!

...somehow anymore,

and I had lost the address...

Hello Hilde!

Tell me, did you go to see the

Nibelungen Ring?

What?

It's two o'clock.

Please excuse me, I...

I've forgot.

What?

What's the matter with you?

I was really worried.

Sorry, sorry, ...

- Give it a rest.

I have to tell you something.

Sit down.

I've been to see the doctor.

Yesterday.

I have pancreatic cancer.

I thought so for quite some time.

The cancer has advanced to the point

that it's no longer possible to operate.

You're telling me now?

We've been sitting here for three hours.

Well, do you think, I will

repeat all of this misery from the top?

I wanted to wait until Hanna is here.

Wait a moment, what?

Since when do you have the cancer?

They don't know.

Pancreatic cancer is often diagnosed

rather late.

Who is this doctor?

Hanna knows a specialist in London.

Ah Simon, it's Walter Lohkehl,

he's the expert for this type of cancer in

all over Europe.

We know him for 30 years.

And dad?

What?

- Does he know?

Ah, nonsense.

Ah, Simon.

Is my father at home?

She's 65, like me.

At some point it has to start.

One cannot watch these losers.

Mother had 3 months to adjust to death,

but that was too long for her.

She made two weeks out of it.

She donated her body for

the purpose of plastination,

settled the most important things,

or the ones, she considered important,

and after that she took 39 Valium.

Mother was a numerologist.

It was on the 03.09. ,

three minutes past nine.

Unfortunately Clara came to visit

and found her... too early.

By the time the ambulance arrived,

her heart had stood still for 6,5 minutes.

Mother was 65 years old

and 6,5 minutes were enough,

to deactivate her brain for all time.

But it wasn't enough for the rest.

Clinically she was dead,

but her body,

flanked by machines,

went on functioning.

nine.

Though the daughter, who moved 1993

to Stuttgart

and turned 39 one week before,

thwarts the plan, because she arrives

by night train at 09:30,

at a moonlight tariff of 39 Euro.

Despite mothers living will we had to

sign approx. 500.000 signatures,

till we could take her home out of the

hospital.

Father didn't come, Clara

had to go back to Stuttgart.

some friends came,

but at some point no one came

except the nurse.

The dying, once they can't even speak,

are hardly existent for the rest of the

world.

But the body keeps breathing,

digests the supplied nutrients.

Nothing else.

Allegedly that's good enough.

Hey.

- Should I really not come?

Better not.

- Okay.

Sunday 08:
30 o'clock.

Sunday mornings mother always stood

up early

and went alone for a walk.

I've always conceived this to be a little

bit hypocritical.

Like constantly quoting Erich Fromm

and cite "Steps" from Hermann Hesse as

favourite poem,

this Cheer up-Pamphlet

for remorseless carrying on,

on which interestingly enough all

Germans can agree, that's because,

as my mother readily said to underpin

her good taste,

it is the lyrical legacy of the post-war

Germans.

The heart must be, at each new call for

leaving,

prepared to part and start without the

tragic,

without the grief - with courage to

endeavor

a novel bond, a disparate connection.

Yeah, father used to say this after you

were gone.

For hardly set in one of life's expanses

we make it home,

and apathy commences.

But only he, who travels and takes

chances,

can break the habits' paralyzing stances.

Easy said.

It might be, even, that the last of hours

will make us once again a youthful lover:

The call of life to us forever flowers

Anon, my heart:
Say farewell and

recover!

... and recover!

I welcome you to our series

Culture, ecology und everyday life.

Right behind me you can see

the performance artist lepe Rubingh

being busy for some time

drilling for oil.

Namely at the Mauerpark in

Berlin's district Prenzlauer Berg.

He wants to point out,

that one can replace the dwingling

ressources by oil,

which lies undiscovered underneath our

hometowns.

Namely preferred underneath centuries

old cultural monuments,

like for instance the Cologne Cathedral...

Good things come in threes.

What's that?

-Art.

Hanna! Are you coming?

You are working in television?

-I'll go and check on this young man.

lepe, this is unbelievable,

what exactly have we just seen?

We just hit upon oil. There is this oilfield

right underneath the middle of Berlin,

We knew it all the time!

Does anybody have a light?

Want a beer?

-Yeah, I'd love to!

Here you are.

- Thanks.

Do you play here regularly?

- Every sunday, Union Berlin at two p.m.

Are you colleagues?

Most of them know each other already

from school.

From Berlin?

- No, from Grlitz.

Ah, you're all from the east.

What about you?

- Ostmark, Graz.

Very well, from Easterner to Austrian.

What the hell was that?

- What do you mean? It was great!

And, who won?

-2:
2.

I'll go take a shower. Do you want

to come to the stadium with us?

To the stadium?

- Union?

Union.

- Union!

It says here, we called you four times.

-Yeah, maybe.

I already thought, I had to pick you up at

home personally.

Well, our suspicions were confirmed.

Admittedly I've got just a slightly

increased marker,

but you'll have to do a chemotherapy

anyway. Well, two.

What about sex? Why am I asking this?

Ah, nothing, well, no problem.

Though directly after the OP you'll want

to take a break for yourself.

Hmm... which OP?

Didn't you listen?

Can you explain it briefly one more time?

You have testicle cancer, Mister

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