Rosenstrasse Page #3

Get your lousy hands off me.

My wife is Aryan, I must let her know.

Where are we going?

You'll find out soon enough. Beat it.

Are you deaf?

No actually, my hearing's perfect,

Oberscharfuehrer...

What I mean is

I have perfect pitch... You see...

I'm... I was a musician.

This makes music too.

Ever hear it?

I don't see him here.

Please, have another look,

Fabian Israel Fischer.

I'm sure there are a lot of Fischers.

Israels too.

A man can't just disappear.

Did you go ask at Burgstrasse?

Yes, I've been to

Prinz Albrecht Strasse too.

And?

They don't give information

to Jew-f***ing whores.

Then neither can I.

Next please.

Is this card something terrible?

No, it's only so they can register us.

My parents will come looking for me.

You're sure it doesn't

mean anything terrible?

See, now I've got one too.

Let's go, line up. By the stairs.

Hurry up.

Here.

Idiotic:
card on, card off...

What were you saying?

Just that it's a fun game.

Can we play some more?

Quiet, wise guy.

Get down there or do you want help?

Get in there...

Are they holding us prisoner?

Or evacuating us.

Where to?

East.

Whatever the case, we're separated

from our wives and kids.

Were you able to notify your wife?

No.

None of us.

You mean they're sending us away

and our wives will never know?

My wife will come looking for me.

What if she doesn't find us?

Then there'll be no farewell.

Dear Luis, guess well, after three days

I got lucky.

I went to the local Jewish

Community Center here,

and asked searching about my mom.

Amazingly they confirmed

that she had lived for several years

with a woman named Lena Fischer.

And her husband is Jewish.

Lena was a Gentile.

What the Nazi called the "mixed marriage".

So I called the phone number they gave me.

Luis, it was a miracle.

She is still alive!

I told her I'm an American historian

doing research on "mixed marriage"

doing in the Third Reich.

She invited me to come

see her this morning.

I'm so nervous. I didn't sleep a wink.

Hannah Weinstein, from New York.

Fourth floor.

Having no lift is a bit of

a nuisance, isn't it?

Please, come in.

I've prepared us something to eat.

Or are you on a diet?

Young women these days

are always on diets.

That can't be very healthy, can it?

We were very thin back then too,

but...

not by choice.

We were always hungry.

Hungry...

and scared.

Please have a seat.

Anorexic women these days...

are scared too.

Oh really?

You'll have to explain that to me.

I made us some coffee,

is that alright with you?

Yes, wonderful.

Now then, scared you were saying?

Who me?

You don't look anorexic.

Oh... No, not me...

I suppose...

I suppose they're scared of life.

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