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salvation more than you,

will stay.

You'll leave him...

...and run away.

Run away? Where to?

The system has

geographic boundaries no longer.

One thing is to run from

a concentration camp, like Osventsim,

from barbed wire,

far from Europe.

Another thing is to run today

from the intellectual fascism.

Where can you run to

to escape intellectual fascism?

Where can you set your foot?

The code of the place

where we are now...

...used to be the code

of the latitude embracing

all that's alive.

But today the code of this place

is not that latitude.

It doesn't embrace

but sieves into all that's alive,

into others' flesh and blood.

That's why the system

will need you at any point,

wherever you may go.

People say that

once this woman was very rich,

and that the mute old man loves her,

and wants to take her in,

up to the mountain.

Every day,

on her way from church,

she travels along the border

of the state of Israel.

She says that she feels

like Natasha Rostov -

her life is passing

and there is no love.

The old man starts calling her,

up to the mountain.

But she,

just as with all his neighbours,

knows that the old man went mad

after his son had left him.

The woman in the wheelchair

is afraid of the old man.

She throws stones at him.

When she passes along the border

of his state, he moans,

calls the neighbours and dances,

holding his certificates.

These certificates show

that he has a son,

and that this woman in

the wheelchair was once his wife.

On the surface, the system

may be in opposition with itself.

It may even fall into pieces.

But it's only

the outward manifestation.

I don't believe the system

maliciously plans anything.

It just wants to be.

The evil which comes

from the system

appears only in my mind.

"Don't do evil in response to evil"

is the first tenet of freedom.

Chapter IX

THE IRON BED:

One beggar said that Christians

are creatures mad with love.

They leave their dirty homes

to go into town,

and it's often hard to tell them

apart from ordinary people.

They seem to be the same kind

of people as everyone else.

But they don't want

their sexual life

to take place within the system.

That's why they make love

through death.

Christians are people

who have learnt

how to kiss each other

through death.

It's possible, after all,

to kiss a girl through

her clothes, her dress,

and they do

the same sort of thing.

It's possible to kiss

the death of another person

through one's own death.

My little son,

I would like you to learn

how to kiss

your girlfriend through death,

with your lips.

Kiss the air around her.

As soon as you start kissing

your girlfriend through death,

you'll feel how your death

is turning into her body.

And for this body

you'll give your life.

Chapter X

THE PARLIAMENT OF BIRDS

My little one...

...I had a weird dream.

I was in our city,

yet it was totally different.

It was covered in snow,

and instead of buildings and streets,

there were cemetery paths.

Instead of people, there were

tombstones forming families.

They lent against one another,

holding each other up.

They led their own lives.

These were people

who had changed a lot.

Answers to questions

about life and death

were written across their faces.

They were crying

with these letters.

It seemed to me that the letters

were not letters at all,

but posthumous kisses.

They were all saying something,

but I couldn't understand.

There were people everywhere.

The tombstones surrounded me.

They were wishing me only good.

My little son,

not to kiss your beloved

is the same as to kiss her.

Not to kiss your beloved

is the same as to kiss her.

That's it, my little one.

Do you remember Srulik?

I've just remembered how

he waved his hands and said,

"This is my life..."

My little son...

This is my life.

This is my life.

This is my life.

This is my life.

This is my life.

A film by

Artur Aristakisyan

Music by Giuseppe Verdi

and a poem of Naum Kaplan

have been used in the film

THE END:

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