A Time to Love and a Time to Die Page #2

And he's still in the camp?

No, we only left him there for

a few months to teach him a lesson.

What furlough? I've been waiting for it

for seven months now.

You know my soft heart.

The last I heard,

Or is it seven years?

he was living in the back of

the bombed out Jahnplatz Art Museum.

I felt so sorry for him

I let him stay there.

(Howling wind)

Binding, what are you doing?

Sacrificing my favourite bath salts.

-Hey, lmmerman.

-Yes? What now?

Lilac. The perfect finish

to a gentleman's bath.

Finish is right. Holy jumping Jupiter!

Looks like spring is coming.

That's the one sure way to tell.

The sun digs them up.

To your parents...and our friendship.

I'll put a couple of men on it

first thing in the morning,

What's the matter, Hirschland?

in a few days

we ought to know something.

Still not used to

the boulevards of Russia?

-How about another drink?

-All right.

And a bottle to take with you.

Three weeks he's been with us

and everything still surprises him.

(Sighs)

Ha! I know.

Spring at home means

leaves on the trees, flowers.

That comes much later here. First,

you've got to get a good taste of mud.

Leave him alone, Sauer.

There was a message for you,

I tore it off.

This isn't to be used to make dates.

It's a German uniform.

Dig him out!

Here.

"Ernst, if you want to see me,

I'll be home after 7 '."

And careful with the shovels.

-Oh, he won't feel it anymore.

-He's one of ours!

Elisabeth!

He won't feel that anymore either.

Thanks.

Must be one of the January dead.

Remember that big snow storm?

Couldn't find anyone afterwards.

Oh, it's you! I was all set for a battle

with the crocodile!

Nah! The January ones melted out

a long time ago, the wolves ate them.

Ha ha! She's gone to a meeting

with other crocodiles.

I bet you this is one

of the November dead.

Come in.

-January.

-November.

I'm sorry about

the way I acted last night.

-Oh, don't...

-There is no excuse for it.

I have such a terrible temper.

I try to control it, but...

(Explosions in distance)

He's from our regiment.

Why didn't you just kick me?

Get Captain Rahe.

I would have, if I hadn't of thought

you'd enjoy it.

Careful there, it's a German officer!

Even that he won't feel anymore.

You're early.

I at least hoped to comb my hair

or change my blouse before you came.

It's Reike!

-I could go and come back later?

-No, no. Please.

Sit down, won't you.

I'll be just a minute.

Did you learn anything about

your parents today?

No. But I had one good break.

Bumped into an old friend of mine.

He looks like he's crying.

Party District Leader, no less.

-He promised to do...

-The District Leader is your friend?

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