
Die Wand
- Year:
- 1999
- 90 min
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Today, on the 5th of November
I begin my report.
I will write everything down as accurate
as I can.
But I don't even know if today
is really the 5th November.
During the past winter
I lost a few days.
I can't even tell you the weekday.
but I think
this is not very important.
I rely on sparse notes.
Sparse, because I never thought
to write this report,
and I'm afraid that much is different
in my memory than I had experienced it.
Perhaps all reports are vague in this way.
I do not write
for the joy of writing.
It just so happens
I need to write,
if I do not
want to lose my mind.
There is no one here
who can think of and care for me.
I'm all alone,
and I must try
to get through the long dark winter months.
I have taken this task upon me,
from staring into the twilight and
being afraid.
Because I fear. From all sides
fear creeps up to me,
and I don't want to wait until it reaches
and overpowers me.
I will write until it gets dark.
And this new unfamiliar work
should make my head tired,
empty and sleepy.
I don't fear the morning.
Only the long dusky afternoons.
I write on the back of old calendars
and on aged business papers.
The paper comes from Hugo Rttlinger,
a great collector and hypochondriac.
Actually with Hugo this report should begin,
because without his acquisitiveness and hypochondria,
I wouldn't sit here today.
I probably would not be alive at all.
Not until three clock we reached the hunting lodge.
After a snack,
Hugo started to doze off,
Louise suggested he go with her
to the village one more time.
Come on!
We won't stay long.
We'll go hunting very early in the morning.
The key is in the ignition
if you want to meet us.
Come on!
- Yes.
Where is Luchs?
Luchs?
The dog stays here!
Luchs? Luchs, come on!
Heel!
Come Luchs!
- Heel!
- Don't be so strict.
Luchs, if you don't want to go,
then you stay up here. Go back!
Go! Go!
At nine o'clock I decided to go to bed.
I locked the door and took the key
with me to my room.
Well, Luchs? What's going on?
The two had remained in the village.
Hugo loathed the short inn beds.
And he had never been so callous,
leaving me alone overnight.
Then I decided to go
with Luchs to the village.
I couldn't explain what had happened.
I hardly noticed
how cool and damp the canyon was,
because I was pondering what had
become of the Rttlingers.
Maybe Hugo had
suffered a heart attack.
Like most hypochondriacs, we didn't
take him seriously.
I quickened my steps
and sent Luchs ahead.
I had not thought to wear my
hiking boots
so I stumbled awkwardly
Luchs! Luchs?
Luchs? Luchs, what is it?
What do you have?
Did you hurt yourself?
Have you bitten on your tongue?
Luchs come!
Come on!
Luchs, what is it?
Come on!
Then I heard loud knocking,
and as I looked around I realized
it was my own heartbeat
pounding in my ears.
before I knew it.
Hesitantly, I try it again.
And again rested my hand on a glass window.
Suddenly I realized what had unconsciously
tormented me all the while...
...the road was completely empty.
Someone must have sounded the alarm
a long time ago.
It would have been natural
for the curious village people to gather
in front of the wall.
Even if none of them had discovered the wall,
Hugo and Louise must have seen it.
It was more surprising to me
that I couldn't see any people.
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