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to Anna
who died of leukaemia
immediately after the shooting of this film
He was older than he looked.
Yes, younger than he looked on the inside.
And actually his name was Felimann von Marseburg,
he just called himself Victor Marse.
.. and out of vanity...
And he was a yid, and big nosed as they.
And in times gone by the Marseburgs were chased down the streets by rock-throwers
but Victor hadn't heard about the pogroms,
knew nothing,
and didn't want to know about his heritage.
Once he anticipated things to get better
with time,
and really believed that they would...
Well, he didn't just anticipate, he searched as well.
And he soon realised, he was alone
and that no one would help someone else.
Victor Marse was an artist and understood it.
He was always afraid of not being capable.
And back when they were right, they had called him a wimp.
Then it happened that he imagined
he needed a thing - a subject - to busy his mind with.
He truly cherished Eliza
from back then a long time ago.
He now decided to love her.
I'm not Eliza.
Here is Eliza's friend.
Here is Eliza also part of it.
And this is she to the left with the beautiful hair
as intense as it might seem.
...to decide to love...
Victor Marse decided to cultivate his love of her.
Yes, almost like you would cultivate an orchid.
THE ORCHID GARDENER
or... a part of the story of Victor Marse
Victor Marse did remember Eliza's friend
from when he had first met her.
She was so often - and too much - together with Eliza.
They were together too much,
the two of them.
Good morning.
...come un film di Fellini...
We won't leave you.
Victor Marse had studied women
and knew them well.
Victor Marse knew
that the worst they could do to him
was not to smile.
And he had learnt that women always
- always -
despise that which is weak.
And he truly dreamt of strengthening himself.
Victor Marse was not a great thinker,
but at once he knew
where he had erred
and what could be done.
It happened that Victor Marse on one of his strolls
met one of them,
quite a slight girl.
She might seem so innocent
out walking with her doll's pram.
Look at him.
I'm not Eliza.
I'm not Eliza.
But it might also happen that Victor Marse went out here
where it might happen that he yearned for a hand to caress his own.
...a hand to caress...
And he so skilfully fantasised
that he really... that he really believed and yearned.
Yes.
I was wrong.
Yes.
You know I cherish you.
You know I cherish you.
Why did you never want to be caressed?
It's foolish.
I really cherish you
the way you are.
If you gave me a chance.
You're beautiful.
I really cherish you
the way you are.
If you give me a chance.
I was in his warm embrace.
Our eyes met and he pressed his lips firmly against mine.
Phew! What a let down!
His breath reeked of stale tobacco
and his mouth tasted like an old fag end.
Sometimes it isn't only your health that cigarettes damage.
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He truly cherished Eliza
from back then a long time ago.
No, not Eliza.
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