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The way you've treated your body,

you don't have much time left.

Heads up, it's starting.

Thank you all for coming.

Nothing is more important to us

than friends and our life together,

even if some friends

couldn't make it today.

I would like to thank my husband.

Without Hermann, I wouldn't be here.

Come on, let's have a drink.

And what should we toast to?

To us?

To the four of us.

To the four of us.

My mouth...

I have terrible taste.

Why are you following me?

May I?

What do you call yourself?

Sarah. I'm from Ethiopia.

Sarah, I am Apolain.

I come out of Mali.

From.

Not "out of". "From".

Why did you leave your homeland?

We are the poorest of the poor.

I sold my body to help my family.

Is that what you want to hear?

We are very, very poor

and I hate poverty.

Flatbread for breakfast,

nothing for lunch, flatbread for dinner...

Is that what you wanted to hear?

With Hermann, everything has its place.

We even have separate toothbrushes.

You two are crazy.

You think I'm going to brush my teeth

with Hermann's toothbrush?

Where are you going?

Sleep?

Will you behave yourself?

Possibly.

The two of them must really

love each other very, very much.

Wait...

My mom. My brothers.

My sister. My little sister.

I want them to have a better life.

They deserve it.

I don't have a photo.

Why not?

I didn't want to take one with me.

I thought that maybe

I wouldn't miss them that much.

Oh, no!

God damn it!

What's wrong?

- They're sleeping together!

So? We do, too.

- We have to sleep separately again.

Stop acting like a child. These bodies

are just as much theirs as ours.

They like each other.

Imagine what it would be like

if they hated each other.

While we're deep in sleep,

the two negroes screw each other.

Here, take it. Delicious...

Guess how many negroes

arrived last week.

I don't want you to say that.

What?

Negroes.

Sorry. Refugees. From Africa.

No idea. Four hundred?

Dear...

Hermann! Sweetheart!

Yes?

To separate them is barbaric.

And unnecessary.

I have a different opinion.

It's too late now, anyways.

We're going to be a family soon.

A gift from God.

What?

Pregnant?

Are you sure?

Of course.

That's impossible.

The child, it's from that white devil!

We'll abort it.

No!

All children come from God.

Please calm down, Mr. Apolain.

Your cardiovascular system is stressed.

Get lost! This is private!

All the children come from God.

And for what?

So they can die like animals from hunger?

We always wanted a child.

No.

Why not?

Because you don't even know

who the father is!

Dear Sarah,

I feel the colours of your soul in me.

Your strong vitality that flows to me.

I, already with one foot in the grave,

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