Europa Europa Page #3

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In school. In Grodno.

I was a Komsomol.

Now you're obeying|these fascist pigs?

What did he want?

I didn't understand.|It's a dialect...

Tell him to watch|where he spits.

If he insults a German,|he'll get himself shot.

Tell him I have orders to|drive them to the Kommandatur.

Come on, kid!|You're our good luck charm!

You witnessed the Reich's|victory. The son of Stalin!

Do you know what that means?

Smile!

He speaks perfect Russian.

He'll be useful.

You must be hungry.

Perel!

He's a Jew!

He says there's a Jew here.

Where?

He says I'm the Jew.

He says it's me!

You know him?

So what does he want?

I don't know.

Ask him.

Why, Zenek? Why do that?

What? Aren't you a Jew?

And I'm a Polish fascist?

Correct?

A fine answer!

Stop!

You're still alive, Jupp?

The Captain wants to see you.

Wait for his questions.|Answer only yes or no.

Stand at attention.|He insists on that.

And don't turn around|when he paces.

And not a word...

about the Communist school.|He can't stand the Bolsheviks.

Careful! You can't fool him.

One look,|and he knows everything!

Peters,|to the company commander!

I'll be damned!

Age?

Sixteen.

My men are fond of you.

Please.

No, Captain.

Who was your father?

My father...

My father was a businessman.

And... you have nobody left?|No relatives?

Would you stay|as our interpreter?

I want to serve|our German homeland.

You'll have many chances.

The future belongs|to your generation.

You know against whom|we're fighting this war?

Against Russia?

Against France?|Against England?

No, my boy. Against Jews.

It's our Jewish war,|our holy war.

It's not a question|of "Lebensraum. "

We must liberate Europe|from the Jews.

Do you understand?

Jawohl, Captain.

You can be proud...

to be taking part|in this holy war.

What will happen to them?|Will they be killed?

Who?

The Jews.

We'll see.

They'll be moved out.|To Madagascar or Siberia.

Don't worry.

The Fuhrer will find|a solution.

Don't look.

No, let him look!

Look, Jupp!

These swine killed|your German parents...

for being Germans!

They stole your home!|Watch them pay for it!

Look at the animals!|You must learn to hate!

That's when I first felt|how confused I was.

Who was my friend, who my enemy?|How could they be kind to me...

and at the same time|kill others so horribly?

What set us apart?

A simple foreskin?

"I feel German pride...

"in spilling my blood|for Fuhrer and homeland. "

Sounds a bit stiff.

Either lyrical or patriotic.

As you describe her,|it's patriotism.

You can add...

What do you call her?

Yes, when you're alone with her.

"My little p*ssy. "

Write...

"For you, my little p*ssy...

"I'd like to... "

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