All language subtitles for Joy.Division.2006.1080p.BluRay.x264.AAC5.1-[YTS.MX]

Inner strength.
Equality.

The recognition of the total
freedom of the individual.

When you're free...

it's easy to take
your liberty for granted.

'Course, I knew deep down
I'd never be safe.

No matter where I went...

there was always
a chance someone would find me.

From the start...

all I ever had was a wish
to be free. And that...

can't be a crime, can it?

Thomas! Get in here!
It's still in good shape.

My entire generation,
driven to the front.

And sacrificed
in a firestorm.

Listen...

Get over here now!

Rotten bastards!

Max!

And the red storm
consumed us.

Stay strong!
And you'll survive anything.

Loyal to new masters...

in debt for
a life rebuilt.

Comrade Stalin...
takes care of orphans.

Dedicated people with a
strong sense of ideology

were needed.

Here.
Breakfast.

Loyal people who
could not be tempted.

I was one of these people.

Not a citizen
but a soldier.

And I could be sacrificed.

Like my generation
many years before...

when I got away.

I was unable to
see the truth.

My whole existence
was a lie...

and I thrived on persecuting
the helpless and the workers.

I was deranged.

believed in a man
who was mentally ill.

On the orders of this man,
I murdered and I looted.

I was an enemy
of freedom.

I know this now...

and I want only to express
my love and gratitude...

to our great leader
Comrade Stalin.

I further declare myself...

a dedicated and loyal
Socialist worker.

His name is Albert Steiner.

That was in 1950.
Do you remember him?

It was the year I graduated
from the Suvorov.

But it was discovered that
he was an informer...

for the British Secret Police.

Your new identity.

A whole new life.

As you know we have a vast
network of operatives...

and every instruction must be
carried out to the letter.

We could well be at war...

with the Western Imperialists
by the end of the year...

your part in the common
struggle is vital.

Loyalty is at question here.

Details.
Coded messages.

It was highly complex.

And for my part,
I knew only where to go.

And for security.
knew no more.

62

Tally-ho.

Right on time, Sixty-two.
Anything to report?

To the letter.

Good.

You rendezvous tomorrow.
Midday.

Hyde Park.

Your contact will approach you.

Understood.

Your report with me...

will be at 10:00
on the following morning.

Tally-ho.

So, you got a name?

Edward. Edward Cook.

I'm Yvonne
Are you from out of town, then?

Yes. Mr. Dailey won't mind me
looking while he's not here?

No, Neville's my uncle.
He's all right like that.

Well, don't surprise us.
What do you think?

Just what I'm looking for.

Great. When are you
moving in, then?

Uncle Neville wants
someone in quickly.

Today? Here's one
week's in advance.

Like it said in the paper.

That's all right, I trust you.

You can settle it with Uncle Neville.
He'll be home soon.

Could I interest you
in some blooms, sir?

You look like you're
waiting for a young lady.

How many do you have for sale?

-How many would sir like?
-Sixty-two.

Excellent. I think I
can be of service, sir.

Good to meet you, Sixty-two.
You can call me Dennis.

So what's the message?

Message? Oh, there's no message.
Not today.

Just a simple face-to-face
introduction.

My way of doing things.

I like to know who
I'm dealing with.

You know, friendly
face and all that.

You can tell Control, or
what is known as Control...

that there is nothing
to report as yet.

First, from
here on...

all our meetings will be
arranged by ourselves...

and strictly by no one else.

Second, if you are followed
to a meeting...

break contact and reconvene...

one hour earlier the
next day at St. Paul's.

What do you mean by "what
is known as Control?"

Well, you know.
Really...

we are all our own
controllers, aren't we?

I don't follow you.

Well, it's words and
their meanings.

Control is control by name...

but how far does that name,
as a word...

stretch to a meaning?

I'm sorry, but I don't understand
where this conversation leads.

And I'm sorry,
it doesn't lead anywhere.

Unless you really
want it to.

Just simple chat between
passing friends.

So when do we meet next?

Okay. Things are
moving pretty fast.

Let's say Friday...

one o'clock, Trafalgar Square.

-Thank you, sir.
-Right

Have a nice day.

Loyalty. That was why Krivosheyev
had sent me to London.

The KGB's theory
of a link...

between ex-Nazi
Albert Steiner's betrayal and Dennis,

his previous contact,
had made me cautious.

But I didn't report my own
suspicions of Dennis to Tally-ho.

I decided to watch.

Edward, are you in?
It's me, Yvonne.

Hello, Yvonne,
what can I do for you?

We just wondered if you fancied
a bite of dinner with us tonight.

Oh, you paint!

-A bit.
-I was at art college.

It's not professional,
just a pastime.

Do you mind?

Wow. How long you
been doing it?

Started yesterday.

No. How long you
been painting?

As long as I can remember.

You got a cool style.

Real simple
and cool.

Ah. This stuff
your inspiration?

No, I like the illustrations.

The style.
Bought them at the shop earlier.

We didn't really have very much of
that stuff when I was growing up.

So where were
you brought up then?

Well, my family were British,
but I grew up in India.

So, what, you've got family
you're looking up or something?

No, none to my knowledge.

I was a merchant seaman for quite
a few years in the Far East.

Thought I should see England...

maybe try and find
work on dry land.

Right, so, so you're an artist, then?

What do you think?

Your work is fantastic.

Thank you.

Is he eating or not?

I want to know how
much rice to put on.

Yes, Uncle Nev, he's coming.

Good!

My friend's having
a party at the weekend.

You should come.

You'd love it, be
full of all sorts.

Yvonne's energy made me
want to know more about her.

About life.
And about me.

A side of me that had
been lost for years.

The real me.

'Morning, young man.
You well?

-Yeah.
-Yeah, I'm great.

My team won
yesterday, two-nil.

-Your team?
-Yeah.

Two-nil. It's a football
score, not a code.

Yeah. Of course.

Right, down to business.

I need to know the reason
T plus Zed equals T.

And what FQ
means to XX.

Okay. Should we
meet tomorrow?

Ten o'clock. Tomorrow night.

Prescot Street on the docks.
There's a little pub.

Oh, before you go...

About the other day.

I know you're the keen type.

I am staunch.

But I'm also old.

Life's too short, eh?

So, how long you been
involved, anyway?

Oh. Most of my life.

One form or another.

How 'bout you?

Pretty much the same.

When I was young I was
committed to the common...

cause an old
school idealist.

I had a blind loyalty
to the struggle.

But things are not
so simple now.

In order to understand loyalty,
you need to experience betrayal.

When were you betrayed?

I don't remember.

It was too long ago.

Sixty-two, it's important that you
remember who you are...

not what you are.

See you at the football.

-Sixty-two.
-Tally-ho.

How are you, Sixty-two?

Fine. Requisition for reason
why T plus Z equals T.

For my part, a soldier,
the code itself meant nothing.

Its answer, even less.

Yeah.

Now, listen carefully.
You've got a zero.

But a zero I
did understand.

A killing.

Every instruction to be
carried out to the letter.

Yeah.

And once given information
on a target...

that knowledge made
you the greater danger.

You were then accountable.

Okay.
We'll speak then.

Execute the order,
or else.

British agent, KGB
spy, who knows?

But to the world, a rich man died
at the hands of a burglar.

Are you with me?

Oh, you ! Hey, baby.

This's my friend Edward.

Oh, you must see Charlie.

-So you like Charlie's paintings?
-Yeah, very much.

It's not right or wrong.

It just is what it is.

Beholden to no one.

It's a way of life, too.

What about you?
What's your way of life?

I'll never conform.

Strength that comes
from the happiness within.

A time seemingly
untainted.

A golden time of
youth and promise.

And of my heart.

Don't use up
all the hot water!

I won't! What's
the problem?

I might like you to
inherit. the antiques!

-Did you turn off the stove?
-Yes, I did, mom.

Sorry.
Is it okay?

If you don't
feel too guilty.

It's your mom who could
do with some help.

We were all very upset to hear
the news about your father.

The planes are coming back.

It didn't hurt.

It looks beautiful!

What are you doing
tonight, Thomas?

Go home.

You want to have a cigarette?

I don't smoke.

Would you please?

There you go.

Times have been
much harder.

You look like a real
gentleman.

Thank you.
It's wonderful.

Staying real
kept us alive.

Stay strong!
And you'll survive anything.

If you want to smoke,
you should smoke.

Make your own decision.

That's the best way.

Believe me.

It's the only way.

Melanie's boyfriend
on home leave.

But with all the men and
all the boys conscripted...

All right!

...a fourteen-year-old
could take form.

"Relaxation for the collection
of strength for more work."

That's our motto.

The Joy Division is an
admirable organization...

and a shining example of
honest, practical socialism.

People gain strength through
experiencing happiness

and again become
strong!

To achieve this goal,
you the youth,

must chase your
desires, Art, Craft...

Sport, whatever it may be.

Strength through joy gives
you new life interest...

and placements will
help you understand...

the meaning of comradeship
hard work, and reward.

Did Hans give you the bracelet?

Yes. And I never take it off.

Yes, you do.

I've seen you.

Every worker has the
right to vacation...

see the beauty of nature, and
rise to a higher standard of culture.

Vacationing for
renewed strength...

our numbers would stretch
54 times around the world and...

twice from Earth to
the moon and back.

We have strength in numbers.

Your strength will come from
the happiness within yourself.

Strength through joy...

is the recognition of total
freedom of the individual.

Thomas!
Where you going?

What's that?
Can I see it?

Hans Shaffer sent it to me.

He swapped a packet
of cigarettes for it...

with an American
prisoner he caught.

This is fantastic.

Can I borrow it?

No, but you
may have it.

So long as you've got
something to swap for it.

Melanie...

There's this dance
at the weekend.

I know.

Would you like to come with me?

Of course I would.

And when I was alone, my
inspiration could take form.

I'd paint.

That was my "strength
through joy"...

the source of my inner
strength through happiness.

You really like
her, don't you?

You've loved her all
your life. It's no secret.

This came for you.

Better read it before
mom comes up.

Where are you going?

To the factory.

There's a war on.

If this thing can
only fire once...

what will happen
once you fire it?

If you shoot it right, it won't
need to do anything else.

Oh, Father. You must admit,
it is a bit silly, isn't it?

The Russians won't get as far
as Warsaw like the last time.

We beat them before,
we'll do it again.

Good evening.

What are you wearing?

That's not Youth Movement!

No. It's the People's Army.

All able-bodied men between
16 and 60 have been conscripted.

But you're only fourteen.

A couple of years makes
no difference.

You know yourself that all
the 16 have gone already.

Melanie, listen, I have to go to
a training camp for the weekend.

But I brought this for you.

As a swap for the book.

Thomas, that's wonderful.

When did you paint it?

After I saw you
the other day.

We can put it up in here.

Let's go.

I must be going.

Thomas, shouldn't you be going
with us into the shelter?

I'll see you after
the weekend!

Melanie, close that door!
The bombers will see the light!

My house took a direct hit.

My mother and
sister, both killed.

But far worse was to
dawn upon our town.

But I wasn't to be there.

1944 drew to a close.

The whole world
was about to change.

Thomas! Get in here. It's
still in good shape.

Good strong walls.

The vision's clear.

We'll see those bastards
as they come in.

You've not said
a word for days.

But last night I heard
you whispering her name.

Get a grip of yourself.

Listen, the tanks!
Come get over now!

Max!

Get down!

Down!

How far are
the Soviets?

How far are
the Soviets?

Quick! Get undressed.

If they catch you in that
uniform they'll kill you!

Don't you want to survive?

For Christ's sake.
Put this on.

Come on, let's go.

Astrid was
a medical student.

Taking to the road
weeks earlier,

she'd managed to keep just
ahead of the Soviet spearheads.

If she hadn't,
I'd not be here now.

Astrid became the mother
and sister I'd lost.

And an inspiration
for survival.

Come on!

Excuse me.
Where does this road lead?

It leads westward,
to Frankfurt, I think.

Thank you.

I've got relatives
in Leipzig, Thomas.

I think so long's we head
west, we'll be safe.

Even if we fall into
British or American hands.

For God's sakes, move!

Jump up and down.

Lads, lads. Wait.
Hold up, listen.

Sergeant Harry Stone, right,
of the British Free Corps.

We're calling on you as white
men to other white men.

Forget about the war
Between Brithish and Germany.

It serves no British interest.

This is the last chance for
the civilized world to unite...

and push the Bolshevik hordes
out of our homelands...

and back into central Asia!

Wait here. I'm going to go round
and find more clothes for you.

Why are you doing this?
I mean, you don't have to.

Why is anyone doing it?

To survive.

Keep warm.

There's a love.

Join us now!

We'll fight side by side and
we'll stop the Reds right here!

'Cause you mark
my words...

if Germany falls
to the red scum...

the rest of Europe will be
under Stalin's boots!

You fucking wankers!

You fucking wankers!

Plane!
Plane, plane! Run!

It's not the planes we
should worry about.

We can hear them coming.

Get back!
Back!

Back off!

I'm sorry, but this is
transport is for only!

All civilians make
your way to Dresden.

Please!
Please take this man!

He's fought for his country but
he'll die unless you take him.

There's no room.
Please back off.

I'm a nurse and I've taken care
of this man for weeks on the road.

-He needs help!
-We don't have a medical orderly!

Come on! What's the holdup?

-Look, here's my ID.
-It's a nurse!

Thomas!
Thomas!

Come. You, too.

Thomas!

Get in. We need
a nurse.

The enemy was destroying with
fierce speed across Silesia.

And the choice?

Hope was to recapture a town
that had been overrun.

The hope that others
could have stayed.

Hold back. Hold back!

You all right, son? Eh?
Do you hear me?

Are you with me?

We're going over there, all right?

Come on, get up!
Come on, get up!

Move! Move!

Get ready.

Now!

But genuine hope
was in vain.

The red hordes had
engulfed the home front...

and nowhere was safe.

An unstoppable force of nature
swept through my heart.

Melanie and the
others left our town.

They followed the tanks
that had destroyed them...

hoping to keep ahead
of the next wave.

Melanie ran and she
walked and she ran.

But the next wave
caught up.

It's amazing.

Makes you wonder.

What must he have been through
to paint something like this?

I don't know.

Hey, let's go see something else.

I hope you know I'm not in the
habit of sleeping with stray lodgers.

I hope not.

How long were you at sea for?

10 years, what about you?

You must have liked it, though.

It's a job.
Simple.

And plenty of time to yourself.

As one emotion tumbled
into another...

like an unstoppable force...

one lie became another.

I hated keeping the
truth from Yvonne...

but I believed it protected her.
From what I was...

and from my past...

both of which were bound together.

But when two people
find each other...

some things refuse
to stay hidden.

Happened a long time ago.

There was someone
I liked very much and...

Well, you know how things can
happen when you're a kid.

I had to pass on code
from Tally-ho to Dennis...

something which
Dennis was waiting for.

And we met in the old German
Quarter of East London...

in the warmth of the
"Princess of Prussia"...

the security of
the public place.

You look well.

-Ta.
-Cheers.

So, how'd it go?

T times T equals ZT.

Good. And what about the rest?

Sorry, they couldn't tell me.
Said you'd have to wait.

Right.

Well, I suppose that's that, then.

I'll contact you as soon
as I know the answer.

Yeah, I know you will.

So, what's your story?

Your tongue is sharp, I reckon
you're from Europe somewhere.

And like me, you're
in up to your neck.

But unlike me...

you haven't got
a clue what's going on.

Right.

So what are you then,
an idealist?

I was a Suvorov student.

After the war...

That was such a time, the war.

Where I grew up then
there was nothing left.

No home, no family,
no future.

But then I was scooped
up by Mother Russia...

and delivered to a Suvorov
military school.

And then my life
was rebuilt.

So what about you, then?
What's your story?

Well, like I said,
I was an idealist.

But that was then.

There were good reasons then.

I mean, what's
going on?

Two world orders
locked in conflict.

But are we preventing
or creating a war?

And whichever one it is...

is that what
you and I live for?

I mean, would you want
to see all that again?

The deaths?

All this, destroyed?

Are we the leaders?

Or are we the led?

Or are we neither?

It's a lot to think about.

Not really.
This is simple.

D'you want your freedom or not?

Well, I want freedom for the
people from imperial capitalism...

through revolution.

freedom for another lot
of dictators to come...

and do as they see fit?

Do you really want to
go through all that again?

And anyway, what about us?
The tools?

What's supposed to happen to us?

I mean, what do we do,
we just disappear?

The men with no identity.

The men with no further use.

Good spies are not
moral philosophers.

Ours is the secret war
of the individual.

She's Stephanie Pfeiffer, KGB.

Confirmed.

And they're the network observers.
Recruiters, fixers.

And the conspiracy?

Steiner was convinced...

that one person controls
the entire network in the UK.

Dennis Bergman
is definitely our man.

If this is a coup,
a British coup...

Budapest in reverse then it's going
to be soon, going to be big.

And I want clearance
to bring him in now...

so that we can avoid
the whole bloody mess.

His network will break contact
and go straight into a Plan B.

I think we can
offset that risk...

with the greater advantage of
infiltrating Soviet Control.

So, you have good reason to believe
that Dennis Bergman will defect?

Yeah. Okay.

-62
-Tally-ho. The information...

previously requested
is denied.

You have an
immediate zero.

As Edward,
I'd fallen in love with Yvonne.

As 62, I had shared a dream
of freedom with Dennis.

I'd found new
life interest.

But for me, Thomas...

to disobey Control would
mean counter-conspiracy...

hunted to the death by scores
of loyal agents like myself.

But counter-conspiracy was
exactly what I wanted...

the day that Tally-ho
ordered me to kill Dennis.

They didn't trust him anymore.

I know why you're here.

Been through it all myself.

The other night in the pub...

I didn't fully fill you in on your
role as a spy's operative, did I?

No, you didn't.

Well, it's like this.

You're here to spy on me.

And, you do that by taking
coded messages from me...

from me to your contact at Control.

And finally when Control
begin to mistrust me...

you get the unenviable
task of killing me.

And then taking over my post.

I really don't
understand this.

Any of it.

I don't take it personally.

Coded messages.
Hidden agents.

It's almost impossible
to understand...

unless you're
a key player.

If you ever reach that point.

Why don't you just run?

They've got people
in every country.

I'm too well known.

And I've been running
too long in here.

So what of this uh,
this situation... with you?

The British Secret Police believe...

that there's a Soviet coup
being planned, here.

Between KGB agents and
British revolutionaries.

I don't know what you know,
but as far as I understand it...

it's simply a push...

orchestrated by double agents
to eliminate leftist groups.

There's no coup being plotted.

Before I left
for England...

I was briefed about
a man called Steiner.

Albert Steiner. Steiner wasn't
a conspirator or a revolutionary.

He was just a lonely defector...

the lowest form of
currency in this war.

A man in denial.

I don't know whether
he's alive or dead.

But as long as his
fate remains unknown...

the concept of Steinerism
is a threat.

The enemy within.
Which both sides crave.

Maybe that makes me
an agent of Steiner.

Shall I tell you something?

It's quite possible
right now...

that you and I could both be
working for the other side...

and not realize.

Accept that, and it
naturally follows...

that the whole Cold
War could be a farce.

And that we're all ruled
by one central Control...

a kind of new
world order.

The powers that be
want me to disappear...

and so I shall.

But if I don't...

then the messenger
and I both shall.

My final performance.

But the show goes on, eh?

My family are asleep.

It's wonderful.

The Secret Police got Dennis.

When did you find out?

Time is not on our side.

Find out from Control
the arrival time of XZ...

and meet me tonight.
Nine o'clock...

at the underground ticket office,
London Bridge.

This is absurd.
I'm a tourist.

And your passport states that you're one
Annalise Keitel from West Germany.

That's correct, Mr. Harris.

And I would like to know
why I've been brought here.

Just answer the questions.

You see?

There's really not much that we
don't know about you, Stephanie.

People's responses can be
controlled by conditioning.

It's all very simple.

It has to do with the
connection between...

physical reflexes and
mental stimulation.

Right now,
we know the correct answers.

Whenever you fail to
give those answers...

we shall begin the
process of conditioning.

Now this man, as you well
know, is Dennis Bergman.

What could you tell us about
his involvement with the coup...

prior to his death?

Coup? I have no idea what
you're talking about.

I do not know this man!

Could you please stand up?

Now remove all
your clothes.

Lies will not
protect you here.

I demand to see your superiors!

This is Commander Bothringaye.
He's my superior.

Now do as I say or
we will do it for you.

You people are mad.

On several occasions you were
followed from hotel rooms...

where you had stayed
with this man.

He was murdered in his home.

One occasion you were followed
directly to a meeting with...

the head of a left-wing pressure
group the Workers Lobby.

What can you tell me
about that meeting?

It is impossible for me
to answer your question...

as I do not know what
it is you talk about.

Will you please turn round?

Lean over and
touch your toes.

Hold that position.

Both these men
were murdered...

by an agent of the war
criminal Albert Steiner.

And we know that you
are a direct link.

Trust. In a darkened
world of deception...

where loyalty
meant obedience...

the individual was lost.

We're not questioning
your sense of idealism.

We're talking about where you
stand in relation to the Beast.

Side by side,
or against it.

That's also idealism.
Our idealism.

Loyalty. It's a very touching
subject, for all of us.

But you must realize, Stephanie...

you've been betrayed
many times before today.

We know that you met
this man today...

because he led
us to you.

Actually, he's an
agent of Steiner.

But his betrayal of you is
of quite a different nature.

Now, you too can make the
same decision that he did.

But come over to
work with us instead.

We simply want to know...

the attitude of the KGB toward
certain British groups and...

and how far they intend
to support that attitude.

The fact that my new contact...

didn't know what really
happened to Dennis...

meant either that somebody
didn't want her to know...

or she wasn't who
she claimed to be.

Another Steiner, perhaps.

At best, if she
was KGB...

it meant that the Secret Police...
had got to her after our meeting.

If that was true...

I could only assume they
were also onto me.

The only choice for me now
was to go back or to run...

a choice similar to one
I was forced to make...

many years before.

A town we had
recaptured.

Genuine life interest.

An outpost of hope
amidst the carnage.

The last of the westward exodus
staggered into our fortress.

And the retreating convoy which
had found women and children...

left for dead
on the roads...

after being attacked
by enemy tanks.

Melanie?

Melanie!

Melanie was a shell.

Empty.

You have no hope
of escape.

You are now two hundred kilometers
behind the front line.

Berlin has fallen.
Hitler is dead.

We have encircled your town.

If you surrender now, no further
harm will come to you!

Russians everywhere,
everyone's dead. Get out!

Shit!

All you people need
to go back inside!

The Russians are
in the next street!

Move it!

Don't worry. Everything
will be all right, okay.

Melanie, you hear me?

We declare
unconditional victory!

You are now citizen of the Union
of Soviet Socialist Republic.

By decree of
Comrade Stalin...

This is declared
an open city!

We declare
unconditional victory!

You are now citizen of the Union
of Soviet Socialist Republic.

By decree of
Comrade Stalin...

This is declared
an open city!

Thomas!

Let him go!

Let him go!

Let him go!
No! Thomas!

Please don't kill him!

I'll go with you.

If you just leave him.

Okay.

Tanya.
She was a commissar.

In denial of my crime, we
headed to a military school...

for war orphans
in Russia.

A place to be
re-educated.

A home.

Something new
to be loyal to.

Stalin's secret army.

And while Silesia was
removed from history...

my people slain or herded
east into slavery...

I was to escape.

62 reporting.

Tally-ho.
The girl was deported.

You face immediate danger.
Break contact.

Rendezvous on the
runway at dawn...

if you want to survive.

-Thomas!
-Krivosheyev!

Sir!

All right!
All right, man. Hold on!

-You okay?
-Fine. Thank you, Neville.

Well, you don't look it.

A man came for you earlier.

He left this.

Said his name
was a Mr. Harris.

An old friend of yours.

Now you let me know if
there's a problem, eh?

Come on, Neville.
Hurry up, man.

I'm coming!

All right?

What's the matter?

I have to go
away tonight.

-Back to sea, then?
-No.

No, I was never in
the merchant navy.

Okay. So why did
you tell me you was?

"To Thomas Wagner.

"We'd like to meet
to discuss your problem.

Waiting for your call
on this number."

Who's Thomas Wagner?

It's me.

I have to leave here tonight.

As long as
I'm here, it's not safe.

While I've been with you, you've
made me feel real again.

Like I am somebody.

For seventeen years...

this was the only part
of me that was real.

Take it.

Tally-ho.

So you're Tally-ho.

I nearly didn't come.

Krivosheyev is dead.

Umbrella gun.
Poisoned bullet.

Who do they think
is responsible?

Agents of Albert Steiner.
Counter-conspirators.

You.

Deductions after
the Dennis episode...

made the British Secret
Police think...

that you are
Soviet Control.

They've had followers on
you since your arrival.

They want you to defect.

But you're not
Control, are you?

Since the end of the war...

our policies in the west have
been defensive, non-aggressive.

But this is
fast changing...

due to a new form
of ruthlessness.

One good turn
deserves another.

New life interest.

Strength through experiencing
happiness...

to again
become strong.

The real me.

For the first time.

And Europe?

Long gone.

It's as free as it gets.

I remember what Dennis said...

"The secret war
of the individual."

I have my
own life now.

My own strength
through joy.