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Grass smells so different than normal.

Perhaps because of my young nose?

Young nose or old nose,

to me you have the prettiest nose.

Who are you complimenting?

Me? Or her?

You must be joking.

In the 50 years of our marriage,

I've never cheated on you!

You smell great.

And?

Is everything going well

at the villa, Laurin?

I can see everything.

Then you feel comfortable?

Do you like your job?

I like it here.

I like how the African girl sings.

She is pretty.

You like Sarah, don't you?

I have to stop. He's waking up.

Hello?

Good evening.

Good evening, madam.

You sleep long.

It's taken from your time.

We've met.

You remember? At the sanatorium.

You touched me.

I can speak their language.

I can speak their language.

During the day, you're called Hermann.

I read it in Anna's diary.

That's my name during the day!

Anna.

Anna.

So you're my wife? In the day?

Why can we speak their language?

I don't know.

I can suddenly swim, too.

Bizarre, isn't it?

I think it's time to go to bed.

That guard is strange, somehow.

He looks crazy.

I like Anna.

She loves music, just like me.

How can you say that?

Those white people

will never be our friends.

We live for the community.

We have faith, ideals.

They have nothing.

Their god is the euro.

You see things too black and white.

Black and white?

I think black and white?

They're using us.

They're using us like clothes!

In the morning, they put us on;

at night, they take us off.

They lock us in.

A man and a woman,

like animals in a cage to copulate.

That's not what friends do.

You knew all that in advance!

You signed the contract.

You let yourself get paid!

They use our love for our family.

They bought our bodies.

But they must never own our souls!

I don't want you in my bedroom.

It is my bedroom too.

Hello, Alexander.

Hello, Margit. You look well.

Is that them?

Hello, Werner.

How's the stomach?

I think they look fabulous!

There's Otto.

Hey, big man!

Oh beautiful, strange man...

Here:
Otto, my oldest friend,

and he's still not sure that I'm me.

Come on,

ask me something private.

The long-legged professor in

Economic Law, second semester.

What was her name?

Don't keep the truth from our guests.

The lady in question,

Professor Samantha Van der Feldt,

flunked you because

instead of studying like the rest of us,

you sent her love letters.

To the future!

To friendship.

A million?

How much do the Africans get?

Ten percent.

The money goes to their families.

My boy, you don't really believe

that those poor devils actually get

a hundred-thousand euro, do you?

Calm down.

Let me give you some advice, Otto.

Get in line soon.

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