A Year Of the Quiet Sun Page #2

No.

He said he can give you money...

to arrange an escape

for you and your mother.

Explain to him that right now...

I'd find it very hard

to pack up and go.

The war uprooted us.

I was homesick for Poland.

I can't leave now.

I know times will be hard--

even harder, probably.

But happiness isn't a question...

of where you live

but of how you live.

Sorry. Don't translate that.

Couldn't he stay on in Poland?

What would he do here?

I'm awake.

Mama, would you go?

You must go. I insist.

You know, I could join you later.

I'm old.

I'm sure they'd let me out.

But you have to go.

You're young.

But, of course...

if you want me to, I'll go.

Think we can wake her?

We should see to things right away.

She knows someone

who arranges these things.

Oh, dear. With these legs--

I'm sure you understand.

I mean, it's an eight-mile march

over rough country.

And a cold too?

A sniffle.

Unless somebody carries you--

No, it's no good.

There'd be no turning back.

One person conks out,

the whole party's had it.

Not to mention myself.

Couldn't your daughter

send for you later?

How much would it be

for one person?

Half. One hundred dollars.

That's what you asked

for two people.

The risk's gone up,

so the price has too.

I mean, I'm literally risking my neck.

How much of a deposit do you need?

The whole sum up front.

Then come back

when my daughter's here.

Day after tomorrow.

In the morning.

Fine.

Have a nice day.

Good-bye.

My God!

You'll catch your death.

I'll close the window.

No, leave it open.

- One order, please.

- Dumplings?

I don't have change.

Come back later, okay?

Want some?

Do sit down, please.

Please, have a seat.

Returning to our conversation,

if you'll allow me...

I don't know if you're aware that

she was sleeping with that German.

Your neighbor.

Maybe you noticed she has

a number tattooed on her arm?

No. Her plans

are no concern of mine.

Plans?

I'm not talking about plans.

I'm talking about memories.

Do you know

how she survived the camp?

She was...

in a brothel for SS officers.

You shouldn't judge people.

Thank you.

In there, Doctor.

Come back later.

Better yet, tomorrow.

Exhale.

Hold your breath.

We have to find some penicillin.

But where, Doctor?

Anywhere we can.

Please, I'll do it myself.

Don't watch. Go outside.

Close the door. I'll call you.

We'll go away.

You'll take us with you, soldier boy.

To America.

I saw a movie once.

Stagecoach.

Stagecoach.

Mountains...

rocks...

as far as the eye could see.

Galloping--

Would you like some water, Mama?

Stella.

I didn't tell you

everything about myself.

I know.

How did you know?

It doesn't matter.

That's all in the past.

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