that you’re here
and that you can hear me.
How many times did I ask you
to write my parents?
They are so worried.
If you love me, if you’ll leave me.
You don’t even know their names.
Only ”mommy and daddy”.
Trivial? Maybe.
You’ve always feared what’s trivial.
That’s why you’ve become so harsh.
Do you know what my father
told me in 1929...
after we met on the photo studio?
”This young man is a failure”.
That’s what he said.
Big mistake.
You despised him.
Just like you’ve despised millions.
And even if you are a failure...
I love you.
With all your defects
and uselessness.
Please, remain ”a failure”.
I even wanted to cheat on you twice.
I know it’s wrong.
I cursed myself. I repented.
The first time, with a photographer.
The second...
I’m so disgusted.
And another sin I’ve committed...
Once, I cut your telephone’s line.
I think you lost a battle,
or something like that.
I’d like to tell you...
that I’m tired to hide my love.
I can’t stand it anymore.
I must put an end to that.
Maybe it would be better
if you killed me.
Get down. The Fьhrer is leaving.
Hurry! Hurry!
Bastard!
Are you mad?
Please, we’ve arrived.
In the car, not the truck.
You see? Then go.
You... you...
Beauty is the most fragile
thing in the world.
What can we compare with
the strength of this frailty?
While you live, I’ll live.
Where are...
the puppies?
The plague, my Fьhrer.
Consumed by the earth.
Oh, the merciless reaper.
Soon, the plague will be no more...
We shall conquer death.
How can you say that?
Death is death.
It can’t be conquered.
Move.