The Downfall of Berlin: Anonyma Page #5

We all need that.

Do you come with me?

Later.

- Sure?

- Yes.

It's good that you are here.

(undiscernible)

I want to embrace you

my whole life.

I am here, you're in Moscow.

Nobody has arms that long.

Try it.

The Major asked me to call him Andrej.

"Why not?", I said.

"The war is over."

He looked at me for a long while.

"Every newborn child

cries for war," he said.

Nothing and nobody, no man,

no nation, will stop this vicious circle.

Only death.

Not so fast,

I am getting sick.

Gee.

Attention.

And now for everybody...

"I in love with you."

Brbel.

(Music)

(humming)

Dance.

Come on, let's go.

We are not a people any more,

we're only "the population".

I am talking about individuals

that form within a democracy.

The ones who get the economy going.

Economic upswing.

Dance, dance, you come.

I think we should look at

the greater picture here.

The countries of Europe

will burst their borders.

They will grow into larger areas.

The victorious super powers will,

just like Napoleon did,

re-order the political world map.

So we will become a Soviet republic

with planned economy, huh?

Thanks.

Well, Mr. Hoch, everything all right?

We need to think practical now.

Let's start the every day life again,

and we will soon get into the groove.

Slow down.

Drink.

The Soviet Union is just at

the beginning of its evolution.

The future will prove that.

You love your country.

Just as I love mine.

My mother once said that one day,

I would marry a man

who played the piano.

Everybody has been wondering

what this day would be like.

I haven't.

Never.

I didn't want to experience it.

Why not?

If you don't do it, Andrej,

I will tell you something.

War is changing the words.

"Love" is not what it used to be.

And yet,

in spite of that,

I want that my husband finds the

same wife that he left behind

when he returns.

Please stay.

(Music)

Us women,

we are branded for life.

But for here and now,

right in this moment,

I feel fantastic.

I'll go and get us some tea.

Ilse still has some left.

(door opening)

Morning, Lenchen!

Anybody up?

- Where is your Wanja?

- Working.

And mummy?

Ilse?

Ilse?

Ilse?

(Ilse crying)

Ilse.

Ilse, get away from him.

(Screaming)

Gerd, do you remember?

It was on a Tuesday.

We went to see Felix.

You could smell the tree resin.

We came across a cloud of butterflies.

And you knew all their names.

Pea blues, Brimstones, Fire birds,

Swallowtails and many more.

One was taking a sunbath

right there on the path,

it was velvety brown and

yellow with a blue hem.

You called it a Mourning Cloak.

(Music)

So many things I've

been given in my life.

In abundance.

The Major had lost everything.

Damn Russian idealist.

He takes it all like he

wants the world to be.

Soviet apostle.

I like him though.

The less he wants from me,

the more I like him.

Very much.

Andrej.

Andrej.

Andrej isn't here any more.

Relocated.

To where?

Unknown.

Good-bye.

"The birds so quiet,

the bells are silent."

(from "18 Little Songs of the

Bitter Homeland" by Yiannis Ritsos)

Isn't that how it goes?

Please, sit down.

The studio,

is that gone?

- I don't live here alone.

- I know.

Ukrainians like that.

Here, that's for you.

You are shameless.

Don't you see that?

It is disgusting

just to look at you.

(Music)

(Music)

Atten-shun!

- I'd like to thank you.

- For what?

That I had the chance

to get to know you.

Take care of yourself.

How are we supposed to live?

Eyes front!

"Relocation," that's what they call it.

With full honors and merits.

To Siberia, who knows?

Gerd.

My beloved Gerd.

What shall we do?

Turn back the wheel of time?

Back to your very first words?

"30 minutes", you said.

"Give me 30 minutes, and you will

never want to leave me again."

(Music)

(Music)

What?

What?

No answer.

Two days later he was gone.

I don't know if he will come back.

I am surprised that I am

not suffering more.

Maybe I am just too busy.

I need to find a piece of flint stone,

I need to mop up the

floor of the apartment

and I am desperately

looking for some flowers.

Yesterday I found some lilac.

I wonder if Gerd still thinks about me.

Who knows?

Maybe our hearts have

a say in this, too,

and we'll see each other again,

some day.

(Music)

When the diary "A woman in Berlin"

was first released in Germany in 1959,

it was a huge scandal.

Many people said that it was a disgrace

and an insult to the German women.

The author was so shocked by

the rejection and the contempt

that her book received.

She prohibited any further

releases for as long as she lived.

And even beyond her death,

here real name was never to be revealed.

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