Rosenstrasse Page #4

You speak German without an accent.

I noticed it on the phone.

My mother is German.

So that's why you're

interested in German history...

Go ahead and have a look around.

There's a photograph of my husband and me.

Your phone call opened

the floodgates of my memories.

Do you mind...

if I record our conversation?

Not at all.

I hope you aren't an informer.

Do you play the piano?

I haven't played in ages.

You should know, Hannah...

May I call you that?

Of course.

...that in 1943...

more than half of all the Jews

still alive in Germany lived in Berlin.

Most Americans think...

there were very few Jews

still left in Germany.

A lot of them had been deported already.

But our husbands were safe because of us,

because of their Aryan wives.

They were put to work

in factories, though.

Forced labor is what they'd call it today.

And no matter what

their professions had been,

they were all making ammunition now.

That's my lunch.

Meals on Wheels...

Dear Luis...

Mom tries to forget her past.

Lena is just the opposite, remembering

every details as if it just happened.

I didn't mention mom yet.

I'm still waiting, hoping that

Lena will somehow bring up my mother.

So far Lena is telling me

about her Jewish husband

and how she had been doing everything

she could to protect him.

Would you protect me?

Yes? Hello?

Just a moment.

Klara,

it's for you.

Hello?

Where?

Please, tell me where?

Is something wrong?

No.

Nothing really, no.

Come in.

I'd like permission to leave

a little earlier today.

I have a terrible stomachache.

Ate too much, did you?

Or rather,

I dare say not enough.

Yes, you can go. Go home...

You have sick leave.

Thank you, Herr Mueller.

When you're feeling better,

I hope you'll let me

take you out for dinner.

Next stop:
Rosenstrasse.

Step back please.

Excuse me.

Pardon me, is this the Jewish

social welfare office?

It used to be.

Now it's a Jewish prison.

What?

And how can I find out who they're holding inside?

I claimed my husband had our house key.

The policeman went in

and really did come out with our key.

The middle one.

That's how I know he's in there.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

My husband is inside there.

He has our ration book

and I need it urgently.

My wife has our ration book,

shopping is a woman's job.

Of course, you're absolutely right,

but I start work very early,

he on the other hand...

works the night shift, you see?

Your husband's name?

Fabian Fischer.

Aren't you forgetting something?

Sorry, Fabian Israel Fischer.

Alright, I'll see what I can do for you.

Thank you.

I saw my mom. Up there.

She waved to me.

How do you know she's in there?

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