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Hello?

Mimi Madonick here. -Hi, I recognized your voice immediately.

- Do you remember me? - Of course. How could I forget you?

Your voice is always on TV. How did you find me?

I searched your number. I don't know how to start.

Just try. It can't be so difficult.

- Can you keep a secret? - Of course I can.

Actually it depends on what it's all about. But...

for you I'd keep almost any secret.

I call you cause I trust you.

This might really sound strange.

I didn't know whom to contact and then you came to my mind.

- Me? - Yes, could you come here...

... for a few days without telling anyone?

No, I can't leave the cat alone.

- Lenin is still alive? - Lenin died.

The new one I called Alexander. Like Lenin's brother.

- Lenin had a brother? - Yes, Alexander.

He was executed when Lenin was 17. But tell me what's the matter now?

- Once you painted my home. - Right.

That's long ago. -Yes, very long.

- Can you also build walls? Build walls?

In other words, divide rooms, heat and sound insulation and such?

- At yours in New York? - In a villa in Long Island.

- A wooden house? I can do it. I haven't done it before, but I can...

I'll find a way. -Come here as fast as possible.

What means as fast possible?

- Tomorrow. - Tomorrow?

- Yes, that would be good. - You're crazy.

There's a problem, though.

All flights from Vienna to Munich are full.

You need to go to Munich by car.

My name's Jonas Strom. I'm American citizen.

I've come all the way from Chicago to give evidence.

It's about suspicious facts that can easier be researched...

by the federal prosecutor here than by an American court.

I was born February 23rd 1925, in Klaipeda, Lithuania.

The German speaking majority called the town Memel.

Two years before my birth Memel became Lithuanian.

Therefore, I'm citizen of Lithuania.

Until I was 15 I had a Lithuanian passport.

My father was a lawyer. He spoke German with me.

Later also Lithuanian.

The Jewish holidays were only important for our family elders.

We didn't stay bound to them.

Many pupils at school didn't even know that I was Jewish.

Jonas is a common name in Lithuania even for non-Jews.

I was at the German school in Memel.

Three classes above was a boy named Algis.

His father was the famous Lithuanian politician Munkaitis.

Algis tried to convince the others that it would also for the Germans...

be better if the Memel country remained Lithuanian.

I wasn't very conscious about these things...

I only knew that Lithuania was better for us Jews.

That's why when I listened to Algis during the breaks...

I admired him.

Remarkable for him was a birthmark on his right cheek

wart similar. Here.

Some German students saw themselves superior to us...

and didn't speak to the Jews. But Algis was different, he liked us.

He loved to support his Jewish classmates.

The following year, I think it was 1937

he wasn't any longer at our school. They said he was transferred to another school.

Actually to the new Lithuanian high school.

I've never seen Algis again in the following years.

For this time I can't make a statement either.

- Hi, Mom. - Hi.

Are you making progress with the house? -Yes, a little.

Close to finish.

Come on, Mom. Everything's going to be alright.

be glad to be rid of him.

Are Klara and Gerald coming for dinner?

They have guests.

Guess what my biggest goal is.

I hope not to go back to that damn asshole.

No, no.

No alcohol one day of the week. -Good idea.

Can you pour me a glass too?

I think I can reach the airport tomorrow in four hours.

Why are you going to America?

I'll get rich and famous.

Do you have snow tires yet? It should be snow.

Snow? Who cares? I'm going to be far away.

Haven't you been to New York before and got disappointed?

This time, my plan is much more detailed, Mom.

If you sell it I won't drink two days a week.

- Two days? - Yes, two.

Then on the morning of June 22nd, 1941

and with it the Germans, too.

I couldn't understand why we suddenly should give up our nice flat

To imagine myself with a small bundle joining the crowds...

in the streets was unbearable.

My father and a friend, grocer Mr. Mendelson...

had got a horse car from a farmer the day before.

The farmer didn't believe in our plans.

He said gangs were going around in the countryside...

killing Jews and stealing.

Then suddenly someone knocked at our door and shouted: Open the door!

Four young guys stormed into our house. Their ages ranged from 18 to 20.

Two carried guns. The other two had batons.

One of them had a green sleeve at the upper arm.

The other had it in a strange way at the lower arm.

Only he was wearing a Lithuanian uniform jacket.

Immediately he seemed to me oddly familiar...

but at first I couldn't place him.

"Shall we make a journey?" he asked As he waves some papers.

"Maybe we accelerate a little. "

"Come on take him"

Then I recognized the voice and the birthmark at the right cheek.

"Algis" I said. "What are you doing here?"

He was surprised for a moment and looked at me.

"Algis, we were together at the German school in Memel!"

He spit out and stared at me.

Then he hit the riflebutt in my father's back...

so that he fell to the ground.

My father got slowly up and said:

"Shouldn't I have more clothes with me?"

Algis replied: "You won't not anything. "

They forced him down the stairs.

We took the peasant clothes...

... and hid under the tarp of a horse cart outside our house.

We wanted to get out of town as fast as possible.

Again and again he whispered: "Stay down there. Don't look out. "

Suddenly it became noisy. Like cheering applause.

We passed a gas station and then...

we heard the cheering was accompanied by dump beats.

I looked out but the view was blocked by people's backs...

Apparently there stood... an audience.

Mr. Mendelson asked: "What are you doing?"

The farmer replied: "Jews are beaten to death. "

We got very scared that my father could be among them.

I hoped until the end of the war that my father had survived somehow.

But after the war had ended that there was no more hope.

From then on I only wanted to know if the unbearable reproach

of witnessing the killing of my father

and not trying to help him

was eligible.

I know a place, but...

I'll give it right back.

Have you got your certificate?

What certificate?

The one for the attendance office.

We have the same post box. Aren't you Kramer?

The same post box? But it's not your name?

Kralikauskas.

Both names start with K. So we wave the same post box.

- Where? - In the office.

Come and look.

- What was your name? - Mimi.

- Last name i mean. - Kralikauskas. From Lithuania.

Lithuania! How nice! I mean, is Lithuania a beautiful place?

Not easy to say.

It's probably like many other places in the former Soviet Union.

But honestly, I can't tell you.

Where are you from?

I was born in Helsinki. I'm grown up in Kansas.

In Basel I was very unhappy. And in Vienna are you happy?

If it's allowed here? -If you cant you may.

I think I can.

"Mass Communication" Do you like that course?

Yes, absolutely.

If I close your eyes in the lecture it's like listening to the radio.

But Lauter has interesting things to say. -Maybe I should try it.

What about you?

- I've tried, yes. - No, I meant if you're happy.

- No, I'm not. - Are you married?

- Why do you ask? You've got two last names.

Are you always so curious? -I do what I can.

The aim of the industry lobby is to destroy...

... and to betray the working class. Workers need to fight for their rights!

- Is it difficult to have a minister as father? - Not really.

The old guy would irritate me anyway.

I can't forbid you to sit at the computer but please do me a favor

and stop printing at night. I can't sleep then.

At night, do not print anymore!

OK, I heard you.

Only a file left and then I finish for today.

Hopefully I don't have to say this every night.

No, you won't.

In addition, it smells like smoke.

- It's true. - Look, I don't want to make a speech.

But I am part of the federal government.

The Federal government is responsible for the laws.

Smoking hashish in Austria is still illegal.

In Amsterdam you can do it as much as you like but not in Austria.

And especially not in my house.

- Will you give me money? - What for?

- To go to Amsterdam. - Are you crazy?

How much do you have on you? Perhaps three-two grams.

Then smoke it somewhere outdoors, but don't sell it. Promise me.

- OK then. - Fine.

As you can see I'm personally quite liberated.

But I'm a politician.

A drug incident in my family would force me to finish.

In the beginning I found it great always to move somewhere else.

New school, new friends, blah blah.

But at a certain point the permanent traveling started to exhaust me.

Instead, you change the shape of hair now?

I said something wrong? -No no.

I'm glad you've noticed.

Who wouldn't notice!

One of my friends tried to chat me up at a party

because he didn't recognize me.

I guess it was drunk.

Isn't it unhealthy to dye your hair so often?

I don't dye it. I have Alopecia.

Don't look at me. It's not so serious.

I just haven't a single hair on my body. But it doesn't bother me.

I only have to wear wigs.

Now all my stuff needs to be moved.

I can help if you want.

I took already care of everything. You could paint the outside of the house.

OK. I can do anything.

You're so sweet.

Your father would probably have engaged the Red Falcons

to impress a girlfriend.

And then watched his comrades while they paint the house.

Come on, grandpa. Both of you are the same.

Maybe. In a way it's right.

But actually, not really.

Now, I might...

You never visit us anymore.

You never know when you'll need it. This also.

This paint roll, you know. I've had it for 20 years.

No touch it. Soft as new.

Secret's called: Washing.

After each use wash it carefully.

If it looks clean at least wash it two more times.

If you practice that, paint rollers never wear out.

Here you are.

Thanks, grandpa. Great.

Your father will get crazy.

For him it's all the same anyway.

Come on! He'll appreciate it.

For weeks he's said that the garage needs to be painted.

I bet he won't notice a difference even.

If you're right you can use my car twice next week.

You tell me what you do 3 times next week If I win.

No chance.

- You did it? - What?

- You got that garage done. - Yes, the time had come.

Not bad.

If you'd covered the car properly it would be even better.

I only just begun. But as a student I'm ahead.

Journalism studies. What's it good for?

Do you want to be a journalist? -I don't know yet.

You can't study something without even knowing why.

Can't you for once accept a thing and support me?

I'm studying to find out what to study.

Yes, people follow goals as long as he lives.

- Is that your philosophy? - No, my experience.

How much money do you need? And what will you do with it?

You know what?

Have a good night!

As you want.

Good night.

And take your time.

Line up int two rows and the game starts.

Clear goal. Destroy the daylight.

In the dark you can do what you want.

Profits come back. Back to daytime.

New York is the end of the road.

Ratz, where are you going?

Stop the car.

Ratz, stop the car now!

Ratz!

Minister Kramer speaking here.

I need some help for an issue only young people understand.

My daughter is full of stray staying at a party in town.

I need to remove her from there. If possible without incident.

Wonderful.

Wait.

What's wrong?.

Why are you always pushing me to do certain things?

That's my way of being.

Which flat?

The fucking window doesn't open.

The flat at second floor in the corner, I think.

Where?

Where the lights are on but I'm not sure.

Turn down the volume.

I said a little lower.

I don't let this happen.

- They can't do it. - Yes they can.

Of course you'll get paid.

It was a pleasure for me, Minister.

Well, that was this job.

If you ever do such nonsense again I'll get you one more time.

You sure can't see it now but I was on your side.

Filth.

It's true, he really took your side.

I move out.

Bravo! It's time to try independent living.

With 19 I didn't live at my parent's either.

I was already earning my own money.

And the Trade Union. At least three meetings a week.

Also I collected garbage in the city park.

In addition, I was studying, I took the course really serious.

You are not even close to me there.

This is your second period. But I haven't seen a single certificate yet.

Sitting at the computer is all you do.

It's a beautiful home.

It has very expensive furniture.

There's very advanced equipment. When you push a button...

the television disappears.

This is certainly the way Minister Kramer tries to hide his richness for his guests.

But the illicit cleaner he can't get to vanish...

by pressing a button...

Ms. Grlovic will be registered retroactively and all social security and...

We'll pay for health insurance... I want to explain...

But the main question on everyone's mind:

Are you going to resign?

This isn't even discussed...

This has nothing to do with my work as politician.

Isn't it obviously just a political plot

They want to strengthen the Social Democrat's politic.

We certainly don't lead a political campaign but we...

just ask ourselves how a politician in private thinks that he

. . doesn't need to respect the law.

Don't twist my words around please!

Do you actually care what father says there?

As usual, he's lying.

But this event might cause that they get him.

Shall we push the process a little bit?

Don't you know what I mean?

Are you crazy? He's still your father.

Gerhard finished at the end.

The gallery owner is very excited. So am I.

Now you don't need to preach.

- You like it? - Yes.

He's cheating you, can't you see that?

But apart from that everything is fine.

Everyone cheats these days.

No no, this is much more!

And you let him betray you.

Gerhard always claimed that freedom from me.

I knew it already when we married.

If you knew you could have done it too, that would be fair.

- Don't be silly now. - No, I'm serious.

You could do it with me for once.

And if grandfather would still be alive he could watch us...

... and the neighbors too. I've got enough for now.

Go and cheat yourself.

In the summer of 1946...

I arrived in Nuremberg two months before the verdicts.

I immersed myself in the files immediately.

The documents were terrible themselves but what surprised me the most was...

... the fact that the killings of Lithuanian Jews...

during the first days of the invasion were not mentioned at all.

Not before 10 years later at the Ulm process against the "Special Unit Tilsit"...

the massacre my father was was a victim of

came to terms.

Especially the Wehrmacht photographer Gunsilius stated for the court at November 11th 1958

He had been sent in advance of the regular troops

to prepare cantonment in Kaunas

and by chance passed the free space by that Petrol station.

When they stop and photographed. These are the photographs he took.

He stated that the events took place in the morning...

of June 25th, 1941.

As evidence for his statements he presented a couple of photos.

They show the Lithuanian murderers beating Kaunas Jews to death...

As a reporter of the Chicago Tribune I managed to get copies of these photos.

On two photos you can see my dead father.

Although the head isn't recognizable, crushed and covered with blood.

But the pajamas shows clearly.

My father is only one among the corpses who's wearing a pajamas.

On this picture you see...

among all the dead bodies you can see partly their killers.

On the right side of this picture you can see a man...

with a black hat, Lithuanian uniform black boots...

At the lower part of his arm he wears a green cuff.

If you compare the other photos with this one you'll see...

that all the other men wear the cuffs at the upper arm, just not him.

These pictures are taken a few hours before my father was taken...

... and then killed. And this man...

this man is up to the smallest detail dressed just like Algis Munkaitis...

when he and his three helpers on the morning of June 25th, 1941...

entered our apartment.

I assume that my statement and the photographs are evidence enough

that Algis Munkaitis is responsible for the organized massacre

and that it is clearly proved that he was the commander.

But this isn't the only issue I blame Algis for.

I met him again later.

Ratz, Ratz, Ratz.

Look like a rat.

Your head is like a rat's head. You can't deny.

Aircraft hijacking.

Rat Airlines.

Looks good.

It doesn't cover properly.

But it looks great.

Yeah, but under its very dirty.

But the surface is clean and beautiful.

Tomorrow morning all shit will emerge again.

Can't you be happy about the current beauty?

Of course, if you say so.

Have you ever been in love?

I am in love now.

You haven't covered here.

- I covered the whole lino. - It's OK.

Just leave it. It looks like art.

At home I use to watch the neighbor when she's cleaning and jerk off.

Isn't it boring? - No No No. Mrs. Gronowitsch has a great butt.

I smoke a joint and watch her the whole morning while she's cleaning.

That feeds my fantasy for a whole week.

And... do you really have no hair anywhere on your body?

Oh, shit, shit.

Is there anything I can do?

I can't believe it's you of all people here.

How do you mean that exactly?

I just sensed that my beloved sister had an accident and...

so I came running.

What a good boy you are!

You stupid thing. Why did you have to jump into my car?

So many other cars passing here...

- What are you doing here? - I've separated form Gerhard.

And that's why drive here, to Drosendorf?

Yes, I just drove anywhere. I don't know why.

We can't leave it here like this.

But it's dead.

Everything dies.

Fucking Chinese bitch of a stupid whore car!

Is it his car?

What about you? What are you doing here?

- I'm going to New York. - By car?

Of course.

Do all men only think cunt when the think of women?

You only found the wrong man.

I know.

What will you do? Will you go back to him?

I always find a new one.

What an asshole!

I don't care about who's fucking whom but...

when it comes to him I get really angry.

And our father?

No. What annoys me with our father is that he's is an asshole.

Come on, you always find a reason to judge him.

Do you like his new chick?

Yes somehow. But I can't speak with you about it.

You're moms favorite and your duty is to care for her.

Leave me!

You haven't changed.

I did. I don't smoke weed anymore.

And? How does it feel?

Good. I don't work as a painter anymore either.

Thank you for coming anyway.

- Where are we going? - To my grandma's house.

- Your granny's still alive? Yes "Oma Tanute".

In fact this is her car.

So I'm looking after the house.

That's also why I wanted you to come.

Are your parents still living in Chicago?

- Don't you know? - What?

- My parents died a few years ago. - No, I didn't know. What happened?

A plane crash in the Caribbean.

So I moved to New York.

I thought you moved to make a career.

No.

In fact, I came to New York for the funeral.

The Airline company had sent two caskets, I didn't look at the content.

I noticed at the funeral that Tanute needed...

to be cared for.

There's her home.

Why don't we stop then?

It's late. Let's get something to eat.

Thank you again for coming.

- Exactly what type of game is it you work with?

A Kill-Father-Game...

actually developed for my father but it works for all fathers.

All you need is a digital picture. Then you choose the right tools to kill.

The massacre at Littleton high school has led to a heated discussion...

about violence and destruction in video games.

Don't you have anything else?

No, but my game isn't about the collective genocide,

its about the creative and well planned killing of a single person,

that you hate.

The software is programmed...

Doesn't it hurt to see your father die?

No, not really.

The main thing is that I feel a malicious pleasure.

Malicious pleasure?

Not only. But I feel the malicious pleasure is central.

- Why don't you love your father? - Do you anybody that loves his father?

Why am I here?

In the house lives someone that no one nows is still alive.

And those who suspect he's alive, don't know where he lives.

- Who is it? - Grandfather.

- Why's he hiding? - He's wanted.

Wanted?

- He's a Nazi war criminal. Must be an old man then.

- Quite old. 78. - How long has he been hiding?

- 32 Years. - 32 Years?

And what shall I do? Renovate his hiding place.

Renovate the hiding place of an old Nazi?

Anything else?

God, that's a bit too much.

What do you say?

I can't do that. My own grandfather was in Dachau.

Ratz?

I won't do that.

I don't want to have anything to do with Nazis.

Would you like to break? -No no.

We didn't come far unseen, after the incident at the fuel station.

Eventually all Jews where brought in ghetto.

On a hill behind the ghetto was the fort 9.

In the evening you could hear machine guns been used there.

Only a few minutes. Then it was silence.

After a while it began again.

The people in the ghetto covered their ears.

The noise of the machine guns didn't stop before 1 O'clock at night.

Until then, a big part of the ghetto was murdered empty.

The burnt smell in the air lasted several days.

A Nazi officer had painstakingly listed 1845 Jews...

315 men, 712 women and 818 children killed.

The next morning a new convoy of condammed came marching up the hill.

It was so long that it continued until lunchtime.

People stood behind the fence and recognized their relatives.

They cried, lamented, and collapsed.

I was one of them.

Suddenly a Lithuanian officer caught my attention.

I saw his back, he had a rifle and watched the convoy.

We entered a truck that collected the wounded and killed bodies...

Right then he turned around and...

gave an order. I recognized the voice immediately.

Also the birth mark on his right cheek.

It was Algis Munkaitis, my schoolmate from Memel...

who had fetched my father in our flat the morning of June 25th, 1941.

I don't go in there.

I have reserved a table.

How long have you known it?

Since Tanute had moved.

Before that I thought my grandfather had died many years ago.

You had been in the house but never had seen him?

Exactly.

There were suspicious things now and then...

... but they were either unimportant or there was another good explanation.

- Did he really live in the basement? - Yes, he still lives there.

And you didn't notice anything?

Well, I did. I used to visit Tanute also before.

Once there was an incident with a television.

Have you got a new television?

No, the box must have contained something else.

Really?

That day I examined the TVs in the living room and in the bedroom...

... more thoroughly. Both brands were different.

There was even more I noticed that day.

Grandma!

What socks are those? Have you started wearing men's socks?

My grandfather is innocent.

Why doesn't he turn himself in then?

Because it's too late.

A Lithuanian Jew accused him for participation in a massacre.

The witness apparently confused him with someone else.

Maybe another Lithuanian who looks alike.

At least his reaction to hide was completely wrong.

Perhaps he also wanted to protect the company.

- What company? - The Fishing Grounds.

A retail company for fishing equipment in Chicago.

When my grandparents came to America...

they opened a fish shop in Illinois, close to the Mississippi.

How do you know that he isn't guilty anyway?

He said so. I'm not really sure.

But it doesn't count anymore. He has one or two years to live, maybe less.

He's ill and addicted to medicine.

I just want to let him die with dignity.

Say hello to my friend.

He's from Austria. He'll build you an apartment.

Hello.

Mimi and I met at the university in Vienna.

The cheese is coming soon.

She has told me everything. You can trust me.

The most important is the toilet. I'm sick of cleaning the bucket.

Come on.

Goodbye.

Why such a hurry?

I couldn't look good enough.

I need to measure the room.

It'll be time enough for you.

After dinner, he will need to shit.

How do you know what he wants if he doesn't talk?

I feel it somehow.

Is he able to walk?

Yes, but only very slow. His hip joints ache a lot.

Apart from that his health is quite OK.

This bucket really irritates me.

Once I couldn't come for two days.

And he placed the full buckets by the stairs...

so that the whole house smelled shit when I came.

He tries to force me to do everything exactly like grandma...

... Tanute had done it.

- Do I live here all the time? - I think it would be most appropriate.

What about you?

During the week I must stay in Manhattan. Otherwise I won't reach my work.

The television doesn't work well.

I'll install a cable.

Do you need to bathtub?

Can come upstairs by your own?

I didn't ask Mimi whether you understand German?

he doesn't need a bathtub. The one upstairs he didn't use either.

But he washes himself very well anyway.

I'm going to make dinner Can you get the rest from the car...

and empty the bucket?

Best you empty the bucket in the toilet of the guest room?

- Where's it? - Beside here.

Do you empty the bucket? -No.

Didn't I ask you to empty the bucket?

I know, but I decided not to do it.

I thought you came to help me.

I came to renovate the house, not to empty shit buckets.

He comes again.

What's he doing there?

I wish I knew.

Maybe he's looking for clues.

He always stops at that place.

Every day.

Maybe just the dog stops.

Dogs always like to stop.

Let's have a break.

Enough?

You know what?

I did it.

Lucas is my chance angel.

And who buys it?

I don't know. Guys like me who hate their fathers.

- There can't be so many. - Obviously, there are.

In a few weeks I can be rich.

Login costs five dollars. So far 5400 people have entered.

That means I've earned 16, 200 dollars in one week.

That wouldn't have worked without your father.

But he's a moron anyway.

Damn!

Died.

Not as easy as it looks.

This rubber is really cruel.

I switch over to "super".

Try the 4. level again. With May 1st.

- Or the third. - Anyway, here we are.

Incredible to make such a game. I can't even imagine.

Really a great job.

Just like his father.

You don't even understand the game.

You must copy your father into not yourself.

It doesn't matter.

I only want to see how it works.

He's done a great job, Hasn't he?

It is white and light.

Cheers.

Everything's going to be fine.

I want to thank you for everything you've done.

My grandfather appreciates it in particular of course.

I'm also glad you managed to sell this father-kill thing so well.

Does that mean you throw me out now? -Throw you out? No.

You did what I asked you for. If you are financially...

nothing financial. I want to spend Christmas here.

I started to like Lucas.

It's incredible that he has to hide like this.

We can't do anything about that now.

Why doesn't he talk to you?

He knows that I despise him.

What? And why do you do all this for him?

- I just do it. - And why am I doing all this for him?

- You should know that yourself. - I know it.

Then everything's fine.

Do you actually like me?

You just use me.

You could use me also. -Could, yes.

But you know Mimi, I stopped doing it for you long ago.

I do it all for Lucas. -Who would help him?

Here, read that. You have no idea who your friend is.

And for whom you work actually.

Now I'll leave you alone...

with your new friend. Just call me if anything happens.

What are they doing?

The farmer answered: "Beating Jews to death. "

... the bodies of wounded and the dead were collected...

Right then he turned around and gave an order.

I recognized the voice immediately.

And also the birth mark on the right cheek.

It was Algis Munkaitis, my schoolmate from Memel...

who had fetched my father in our flat the morning of June 25th, 1941.

In the evening you could hear machine guns been used there.

People ran inside. Some of them knelt and prayed.

The Machine gun fire continued the next day.

All together 9200 Jews had been killed.

I am sure that Algis Munkaitis was there at the place...

and I know that he actually killed the Jews...

... and also was the leader. I'm sure about that.

That was the last I saw of him.

Two days after the massacre...

... that were later called "Grosse Aktion"

I decided to escape from the ghetto.

No problem. I understand a little German. But I have forgotten how to talk.

- Nice jacket. - Thank you.

- And your Computer work went well? - Yes, well enough.

Do you smoke?

Hm. That jacket makes you look like Elton John.

I know.

Let's go inside. They are waiting for you.

Hi, Mom.

It took two days to find a flight. Then I missed my plane in Amsterdam.

Do they know what happened?

Two boxes of sleeping pills and a bottle of whiskey.

If we just had found him...

But I didn't notice anything. I slept at that time.

I say hello to grandfather, OK?

OK.

I'm Anastasia. You're Helmut's son, right?

We have to meet this way, sadly.

Oh, it's you.

- Didn't you understand anything? - No, I haven't understood anything.

- Hi grandpa. Glad you could make it, boy.

Here he wrote the suicide letter.

I found him here. He was already dead.

How long has this notebook been standing here?

Maybe a year.

But before that he also used to come here to be alone.

He didn't talk about feelings. He couldn't.

Once he did. It's certainly five years ago.

I went after him. I sat on the bed.

I watched him for a while. He looked out the window.

Then he said: I've lost my son.

I said: He'll come back.

He answered: If I'd stop giving him money he wouldn't even call anymore.

Then he stopped to give you money and you didn't call anymore.

- So is this my fault? - No. The money was it.

For me he played as if everything was fine...

... and a great future was lying ahead of us.

The bank says he was heavily indebted.

In a few days a debt 43 million Schilling is due.

43 million.

I had no idea there of anything. Nothing at all.

Did you?

I always thought he was rolling in money.

Everybody thought that.

Maybe he believed it himself.

And the truth didn't match with his his ideals.

He was a politician.

I believed there's a solution for every problem.

Perhaps he was right.

Time to go.

- I need to ask you something. - What is it?

- Maybe it's not a good time, but... - Just tell, boy. What is it?

- You were in Dachau, right? - Yes.

Through the whole war? -No, just the last year.

But it was enough for me.

On April 29th, 1945...

... we were rescued.

What did that feel?

Not so special. I was too weak to feel anything.

Finally I walked outside and sat down on a bank in my convict uniform...

... and started to laugh.

I was unable to stop laughing.

Why were you laughing?

Because sometimes you have to laugh when you're afraid.

But you had been released, didn't you?

Yes. But I had no idea where to go.

In friendship - Your comrades

I don't want to intrude in your life.

I don't want to intrude in my life.

The End

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