Die Zeit, die man Leben nennt Page #4

I'm not in the mood.

- How do you know? You've never tried.

Don't be a bore. Just saddle

the ponies and follow me.

The coast is clear.

Stay close to me.

Many cripples got lost here,

never to be seen again.

You can have a look around.

My friends call me Rod.

Short for Roderick. Not Red, that

would be... Anyway, let's have a drink.

What is this stuff?

Ethanol. Medicinal alcohol.

So it can't be bad for you.

Are you trying to kill me?

Once the pain goes away,

you'll feel blissful.

It goes right to your brain.

Make room, okay.

Does Assaro know about this?

- Are you nuts?

She'd put an end to it right away.

You should be glad I brought you here.

Is it far? This is insane.

Why are we in the middle of the road?

What can happen? Lightning

never strikes the same place twice.

Do we roll all the way to Salzburg?

- Stop moaning.

Be glad you don't have to walk.

- I'd rather walk.

Nothing.

Come on, let's have a race.

That's great. Struggling to get here,

only to be sent home by a doorman.

You think we have the wrong tires?

Moni, this is Luca, Luca, this is Moni.

Can you take me in?

- Jump on the passenger seat.

Even though you only have

one horsepower, you go like mad.

There's more that reminds you of a horse.

- You're so cool.

Look out, please.

The cripples are coming.

Look out for my bad legs.

- Rod, how are you?

You've brought backup?

- They're with me.

Be nice to him, he's in a wheelchair.

- You're crazy.

Is this a disco or a

meeting for invalids?

Sorry buddy, paraplegics only.

Hurry up and jump off a bridge.

So, do you like it here?

Oh well, Rod dragged me in here.

I don't know where he gets the strength.

He's really tough, isn't he?

I'm sorry.

I'd forgotten that you're also...

That spazz can't dance.

Come here, give me a kiss.

Something's leaking.

- I think your catheter has emptied.

I should have drunk vodka

instead of beer, right?

This happened to me before

I was crippled too. Another kiss.

You smell.

- Let Moni decide that.

I'm going to dance again.

- Beat it.

Phew. Move over,

you smell like a brewery.

Moni had the hots for you.

- Oh, come on.

We can forget about women.

- Why?

There are other ways, besides

sticking it in. And mine is always up.

At least we're not guys who kiss and run.

You don't need to take stock

of everything we're not.

Your frustration

is putting me in a bad mood

Is it still far?

- Yes.

Clean up the urine,

and the tire tracks on the walls.

No rowdiness at six in the morning,

waking up fellow patients.

Could you keep it down?

At least turn down the treble.

And leaving the clinic

at night is forbidden.

He shouldn't drink. It's poison to him.

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