Lore Page #3

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No, he is dead.

In Russia.

This is Jrgen.

You lied.

She said Mutti would be here.

I'm sure Lore didn't lie.

She's not here, because

she's being punished.

Isn't she Omi.

She's in prison with Vati.

You must never feel

ashamed of them.

It is all over now.

Your parents did nothing wrong.

You know that, don't you?

Look at me when I'm talkin!

They did nothing wrong.

Yes.

Come.

Give me your arm.

Hannelore Dressler!

Let me look at you.

The The last time I saw you,

you were a little girl!

Come sit down.

So what would you like for breakfast?

Show her the dance Wiebke!

- I'm alright.

- Come on, Lore, you'll like it.

Leave me be.

She never wants to do anything fun.

I don't believe that Lore!

Look.

Your hand goes here,

you be the lady.

And now.

Look, here, Zulu!

Give me your hans and now...

Please.

I can't.

"Thomas with Lisa - 1936"

"Lisa Breakfast - Spreewald"

A good boy waits until he is served.

Put it on your plate,

you've touched it now.

Where did you learn such a thing?

What are you doing?

Put it down at one, Hannelore.

You may leave the table.

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