Time of the Wolf Page #5

Doesn't matter. It's my on fault.

Wanting to have a mad dog a friend.

Where is it now?

- I beat it to death.

And in doing so spilled all the burning ash.

What are you doing?

- Nothing.

What are your plans now?

- Nothing. What is there to do?

Take it. I hope it's of some use.

- Hm.

Well...

See you soon. I have to get back.

Aren't you freezing?

- I'm used to it.

I don't know if I can be back tomorrow, but...

...if I come I will bring you some food.

Mom did swap her jewellery...

... Koslowski has some good contacts in the village. He got me the ointment too.

Eva!

There.

Give me some water, please. Please.

Koslowski isn't giving us enough. We are six persons.

My husband, my sister and me can work.

We work harder than others and my child is sick.

I implore you.

Please. We don't have anything to swap.

We only have what we are wearing.

You have to argue with him.

- No.

He doesn't give us any. Me has no mercy.

I implore you! I do anything you want. Do with me what you want.

Please stop. Don't cause trouble.

We can help you out, can't we?

Can't we discuss that later?

- No. Not later!

No!

Later, there will only be two glasses per person.

Please, give me some water!

I implore you! Otherwise you can beat me to death right here.

How much are ten litres?

A rich man? What do you have?

We don't have much. We are waiting for the train.

Don't you say!

I beg you! Don't go.

What would you give in exchange for a bike?

I don't really need a bike.

A watch?

Nice. You should have given that one up sooner.

Thanks. No more for you.

We have other customers to serve. Bye.

Dear Dad,

Now, that I have found a pen and paper...

I must write you.

So much is happening, and there is no one whom it could talk with.

I don't know, if you can see or hear or read this...

or if you are able to sense anything at all.

But I so much want to believe you can.

My dearest dad,

It's so hard, to put all this into words...

when there is no one to talk to...

it feels like I am suffocation on all this.

You might ask, why I don't talk to Benny or mom?

But I can't. You would know about it, if you were here.

I have to think about every word I say to mom,

because otherwise she will suffer breakdown.

Her hands are constantly shaking and I can't help her.

I don't think, that Benny could understand, what you can, dad.

An then there is this boy...

...I could talk to him.

But he acts so proud, and

as if he cares for nothing at all.

Even if I know that's not the case.

It must seem very confusing to you.

But that's the main reason I write all this down.

I hope it makes more sense in writing.

I want to tell you one thing after another,

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