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"A shudder passes through me. "

"Tears follow upon tears. "

"The stern heart...

"has become soft. "

"And all I own|seems far away.

"And all I lost is real. "

That's way over her head.

Aren't you tired?

Not yet. And you?

I'm going on watch duty.

The stars...

They're the same|as in Germany...

but farther away.

I was never there.

That's true.

But you'll get there.|I won't.

Why not?

I'm joking.|We'll go together.

We'll go to Berlin.

What did you do|before you became a soldier?

"Philosophy have I digested.

"The whole of Law and Medicine,|Theology, alas thrown in.

"From each its secrets|I have wrested. "

"Poor fool,|with all this sweated lore.

"I stand no wiser than before. "

Recognize it?

Sure.

I'm an actor.

A real actor?

Naturally!

In movies, too?

Naturally!

Is it hard|to play someone else?

It's much easier|than playing yourself.

Jupp, wait!

I won't do anything!

Wait!

Don't run!

You're circumcised.

You're a Jew?

My God...

No, please, get up.

Don't be afraid.

Forgive me.

I had no idea.

Everything will be fine.

I'll be like a brother,|like a friend.

There now, calm down.

Don't cry anymore.|Don't be afraid.

Germans aren't all the same.|There are other Germans, too.

During that holiday,|you lived...

in the huts for a whole week?

Does that mean|that Jews don't have homes?

It symbolizes|our submission to God.

It is proof...

of our faith in providence.

Bertha loved this holiday.

I hated Passover.

I had to eat eggs|dipped in salt water.

They made me nauseous.

I was wondering...

Do you still pray,|like at home?

Religion is the opium|of the masses.

Could I play a Jew?

You look too stupid.

You racist!

The Russians are still|on the other side.

We just flushed them|out of here.

Jupp, over here, fast!

Take the phone.

Listen in.

Can you understand them?

He says he screwed her|three times, and the fourth...

And?

The other asks where she is.

So, where is she?

In Brunsk.|He says the Germans are there.

Great!

Cut the line.

Russian sh*t! My shoes!

He's aiming at a German cycle...

with two soldiers.

He's about to burn their asses.

Stay there. I'm coming!

My helmet...

You see,|you kissed me after all...

Retreat to the forest!

And so I lost my only friend...|"the other kind of German. "

He left my life like Kathy,|the hunchback Basia...

Inna Moyseyevna, my father|and mother, Bertha and Isaac.

All those I'd loved.

I won't go on.|I can't go on.

I want to be by myself,|to be among my own kind.

Comrade! Can you hear me?

Who is it?

Help me! I said I was|a pure-bred German...

but I'm a Komsomol from Grodno.

I'm a Jew. They'll kill me|if they find out.

Where are you?

The trench by the bridge,|just below the fire.

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