we start
the war against Italy...
Who are we preparing
to fight against?
We’ll have to start that war.
The Duce is a great leader.
He is an example to be followed.
That aristocratic profile of his.
Pride stamped on his forehead.
His jaw ready to devour everyone!
But he is a complete idiot!
Knows nothing about art and
yawns before masterpieces.
What’s more, he ordered forests
to be planted all over Italy.
The consequences?
First of all, the climate changes.
Dampness and raining.
Warm winds won’t reach Germany.
We’ll se another Byelorussia
right below our nose.
Rain will pour over the Reich.
Our nation will become lazy,
apathetic and slothful.
Like those nations
with warm weather.
Those fat pigs, full of lard...
with their swinish eyes,
red from gin and beer.
Total darkness.
Bubbles in ponds, long nights,
grey, damp days.
Bugs.
Bugs everywhere.
Once, I told Stalin:
”Don’t build the Soviet Palace.
The biggest building
shall be in Berlin.”
But no.
He didn’t obey me.
And he started building it.
Very well.
If he wants war, he will have war.
If he wants war...
he will have war.
Speak louder.
Otherwise, the silence will wake
him up, and he will be upset.
But, if we keep talking...
he will never wake up.
Nettles in Ukraine?
If the Fьhrer were not the father
of the nation, he could be...
a literary master of paradox.
I’ve been in Ukraine.
Their children look
much better than ours.
Our children are like
awkward wild horses.
Theirs are fat-cheeked...
blond and strong.
It’s a pity that their Slav blood...
should give them afterwards
those round pancake faces.
It’s best that the Fьhrer
doesn’t hear you speak...
...about the children.
- What are the news about the war?
Anyone knows?
You, naturally.
Didn’t you speak with
the Fьhrer about that?
Not once... never.
Neither did I. I’m too stupid.
I don’t even know
who’s fighting against who.
I listened to everything!
Let’s take a walk.
A walk?
How amusing!
Finish writing and join us!
Magda, there are no butterflies!
- Let’s stop here.
- Adi, look, what a beautiful flower!
There is little breeze here.
The view is breathtaking.
”Hypericum Perforatum”.
It’s good against diarrhea,
colic and nausea.
Magda! I’ll take a look at Martin.
Put my blanket over there.
”Origanum Vulgaris”.
Against impotence.
It gives immunity and total energy.
Paracelsus sanctioned its use.
Dr. Goebbels,
without butterflies you’ll be bored.
”Valeriana Officinalis”.
Here, my friends...
seems like a good spot
for us to rest.
Is this your blanket, Martin?
- Dr. Goebbels!
- It’s so soft!
Adi, I’ve found some nettles!
Shake the blanket!
- Follow me.
- There are no butterflies!
- I wanted to speak with you.
- About what?
I wish to be alone, to record
this landscape in my mind.
I don’t know when I’ll be back.
As you wish, Fьhrer.
My blanket!
Where is my blanket?
You need a blanket, Josef.
- Martin is lying down!
- Someone needs to bring you one.
Where’s my parasol?
Josef, when are we going to eat?
I forgot to explain something,
my dear Martin.
I wanted to tell you,
dear Martin...
what is the Thousand Year Reich.
The Thousand Year Reich
is simply...
the Biblical millenary
kingdom of the just.
Let’s go.
My dear Martin...
you’re only repeating...
what the Fьhrer says.
The Thousand Year Reich.
The Thousand Year Reich.
Do you know it?
Is it the spiritual essence?
Is it merely a bunch of morons...
with white teeth...
and Aryan blood?
Martin, I know
you’re not sleeping.
Damn!
Remember the word of Saint John:
”The end of the world will come...
after Jesus slays the Serpent”.
You’ll never change!
Dr. Goebbels is defeated!
The party would
better not see that!
- I wish to listen to music.
- Be my guest, Klutzy.
Opera feeds the spiritual
strength of our nation!
I hate the opera!
It’s awful!
Hurry with the parasol!
Tasteless music!
Garbage! Trash from
the decadent Western culture!
I want