Almost Peaceful Page #4

at least it would be Jewish.

It's hard to explain

but I'm not ashamed of being Jewish!

That anti-Semite downstairs again!

I know, it was quieter before!

Terrible, isn't it?

You hear Jews now!

You even see families of them

along the boulevards.

They celebrate circumcision,

and even a baby daughter

means a celebration with cakes

and Slimovitz!

You'll get your invitation soon!

You're learning, Joseph.

No harm done.

You won't make that mistake again

but I'm afraid you'll make others.

Your heart, Monsieur Albert,

careful with your heart!

You have a tender Jewish heart.

The best medicine for the heart

is peace and tranquility.

No more films, no more plays,

stay out of bars,

never go out after 8 p. m.,

sit quietly at home,

waiting for the police to call.

Leon's acting!

Footsteps on the stairs,

a knock, my heart pounds...

I've found a better solution:

no more worries, total rest.

I'm in a transit camp.

Everything's fine and dandy.

He's started rehearsals.

To perform what?

O what?

We don't know. No one speaks Yiddish

well enough. Except for me.

I remember the show

after Paris was liberated.

People were so glad to be together,

the show never took place.

Every night, the actors

tried to perform,

but the audience never shut up.

The worst thing is when the audience

hushes you up

because they can't hear each other.

"We're free!"

"I paid for my seat!"

"My son was in the Resistance!"

And we actors waited our turn.

What a joke.

I remember if an actor sings,

the audience weeps. Even more now.

Leon, why don't you act

instead of pressing clothes?

The pay's the same if I act

on stage or in the workshop.

The off-season's long

on stage nowadays.

It's the workshop's off-season.

Why did you hire us?

You're good,

I want you for the season.

And I should have time

to train Joseph.

Good evening.

My turn to mend it.

Good evening, Monsieur Albert.

Maurice,

since this is the off-season,

would you make me a winter coat?

I already have the wool.

I'll pay you, of course.

Mechanics and finishers

often set up shop together.

When. The finisher

understands Jewish humor, that is.

You're awake, poppet?

Give me a kiss.

Go to your mummy!

Ungrateful imp!

Half the night by his bed.

Know what Raphael has written

this week?

"Nothing special to say.

"The cakes got here

but they crushed in the post.

"We ate them anyway.

"Betty hates it when you write

to her on my letters.

"She wants a letter

all for herself."

Our children are demanding.

That's good.

He's in a mood

because there was a party

at the childminder's today

and he can't go.

Listen. In a distant land,

there lived a little boy

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