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and I don't see you.

In this society, you and I represent

a union of two blind people.

It is the condition

of our contact.

I want to see you so much

that I'm ready to believe

that one of these people is you.

My grown-up child,

I'm trying to hide you,

so that nobody can find out

who you really are.

I don't want to scare you,

but you should understand this,

even if the system

says it is based on law,

there is one thing in this world

outside the jurisdiction of law...

...doom.

Doom.

If the system manages,

in the nick of time,

to separate people

into those who are functional,

and those who are doomed,

then a crime...

...will not be any different

from a legality.

Individuals will lose the ability

to analyse the state

of the society in which they live.

My little son, don't become

a human rights activist.

Don't be swayed

by how they risk their lives.

Risking their lives is one thing,

but what life becomes

is completely different.

In 1945, this man was

in a German concentration camp.

He was still a small child.

A German doctor freed him.

He received the certificate

confirming he had been freed,

and went to the officials

for a flat to live.

But the 40 year old certificate

wasn't recognised

because Himmler's signature

was not there.

He was told that people

could only be freed

if Himmler personally signed

the document,

and they refused

to give him a flat.

This man developed

a headache.

He didn't know where to get

Himmler's signature,

as Himmler

had committed suicide.

He is no longer alive.

Then this man's wounds

began to bleed,

and he began to drink.

And so did his wife.

Even she no longer believed

that her husband had ever been

in a concentration camp.

Their son started

taking them to town

and they all begged -

the son, the father

and the mother...

...each on their own.

The son would protect his father.

Only he believed his father's

concentration camp story.

My little one,

you have your own light.

It's pure, a sacred light.

You should try

to preserve it in poverty.

Only this light can lead you

out of the system.

And if you ever hear about

the Apocalypse, don't be afraid.

For us, the end of the world

is the only salvation.

It will be our only chance

to leave the system.

It's not enough to be resurrected

to break out of it.

It's also necessary to ascend.

This woman's name is Maria.

She told me she is ready

to give me her flesh and blood.

She meant her son.

When in a psychiatric hospital,

a nurse told her

that she had a Mona Lisa smile

and that her hair

would be shaved off.

She kept her hair.

It's in her bag right now.

In hospital

she was given injections

which would make her infertile.

But she escaped

from the hospital, pregnant -

to the joy of all mothers.

A long time ago

the Christians knew

that one shouldn't

use contraception,

that the womb should be free.

There, in the womb,

is a place with the same name

as that spot in the Universe

which was the origin of life.

If you look at people

through the eyes of a pauper,

you'll see that

their unhappiness

comes from their fear of poverty,

their fear of being excluded

from society,

while their salvation

can only happen

if they are excluded.

Jesus came here, to society,

as the King of Judea.

He came as a King, that's why

he could lead the life of the poor.

He gathered his followers

from among the semi-destitute -

poor fishermen,

beggars, prostitutes,

who, nevertheless,

had regular incomes from their work.

They had already

gone through earning a living,

and were now ready to give it up

in order to become destitute.

"There is no hair under the hat."

Maria said that...

...there isn't a single hair

under her hat.

I thought I would fulfil

all her wishes, yet she left me.

I was copying her movements,

copying her movements,

adopting her poses,

killing the man in me.

I thought I would fulfil

all her wishes, yet she left me.

I was copying her movements,

adopting her poses,

killing the man in me.

Once a woman brought

Romany Gypsies to Srulik.

Srulik used to live with Gypsies -

when he was in

a concentration camp.

Those Gypsies,

just like these Gypsies,

were from this city.

And those Gypsies

sang and danced

and danced naked

in gas chambers.

Those Gypsies

helped young Srulik escape.

And these Gypsies

came to give him a funeral.

For several nights before his death,

Srulik hadn't slept,

and kept stroking a black pigeon.

Every morning

a girl would come to him.

She worked at night,

and every morning.

Srulik would tell her

about the language of the birds

and the pigeons he slept with.

He said these pigeons

conceived from him.

He called them "my dear pigeons".

"Their eggs are my eggs...

"...and there are many baby birds

"now in the city, fathered by me.

"It seems someone

grassed on me

"and they started

taking the eggs from me."

Srulik said, "As soon as

one of my birds sits on the eggs,

"a police officer usually accompanied

by lab workers storms in.

"They confiscate all my eggs,

"put them in a special box

"and take them away.

"Bandits! It happens every month.

"Those eggs have baby birds

conceived by me - little Sruliks!"

Night time for the destitute

is equally full of fear

and of the unexpected.

Every evening,

when the sun is setting,

this woman starts getting ready

for her night time hallucinations.

Her hallucinations

are her world

in which

she meets her husband.

Her husband died of starvation

many years ago.

During the day,

she begs for money and buys food.

But she is unable to eat it.

She puts it on the table at night

for her husband.

And by about midnight

he eats it.

But she can't see him.

In her hallucinations

she sees her neighbours,

but not him.

Then the most

difficult minutes come.

It all starts with the appearance

of a huge red spot in the sky.

It looks like the sun,

but it's not the sun.

"This spot doesn't let me

see my husband."

Then her childhood

girlfriend comes.

She is coming right now.

During the day

she roams canteens,

and collects bread

left by people.

"My girlfriend also lost her brother

to starvation.

"But she keeps blaming me,

"saying that my parents ate him

during the famine.

"Parents were giving

their children anything,

"so that they could survive

during the famine.

"Sometimes they wouldn't tell

children what they were eating.

"But we didn't eat her brother!

"Yet she comes every night

and tells me, 'It was you.'

"But I didn't eat him.

"What they once put

in my mouth when I was ill...

"...wasn't meat."

Chapter VII

MAGIC FLUTE:

The further you move away

from the system,

the stronger its pulling power.

You think you are going mad.

You realise that the system

has no boundaries.

At the transitional levels

the system is no longer

of material nature.

It has given up

annexation of territory

because it doesn't

secure its future.

The future of the system

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