분야
hwpYou...
you, whom we love...
you do not see us...
you do not hear us.
You imagine us in the far distance...
yet we are so near.
We are messengers...
who bring closeness
to those who are distant.
We are messengers...
who bring the light
to those who are in darkness.
We are messengers...
who bring the word
to those who question.
We are neither the light,
nor the message.
We are the messengers.
We...
are nothing.
You are, forus...
everything.
Most childrens accidents
dont happen in traffic.
They happen at home
when some medicine lies around.
Naturally, one can
always get divorced!
They cant even issue receipts,
much less guarantees.
West Berlin looks just like East Berlin.
Whatsall the fuss?
Saying its colder in the north
than in the south-- thats big news!
Yes, the age-old question.
The meaning of life.
Why is mankind here?
Such a short moment,
compared with eternity.
I wonder, is it better or worse
for people not to know their fate?
Better, I think, since they search
throughout their lives...
and ponder the purpose
of their existence.
Here are some very moving verses...
by our fellow country man...
Fyodor Tyuchev,
poet and diplomat.
"Unity...
as proclaimed the world over...
can only be forged...
with blood and steel.
We shall let love
show us the way.
Then we shall see
which one lasts longer. "
Im certain that a secure world...
cant be built on blood.
Only on harmony.
We humans--
politicians, philosophers...
actors, workers, farmers...
people of all creeds...
we must agree on this.
If we can agree only on this,
we will solve all the rest.
To every thing there is a season...
a time to every purpose
under heaven.
There is a time to be born...
a time to die...
a time to kill...
a time to heal...
a time to weep...
a time to laugh...
a time to seek...
a time to keep silent...
How do you cry
when you have no eyes?
a time to speak...
Birds-eye view... soldiers fleeing.
a time to love.
They seem to flee from each other.
If only our tears could help them,
Raphaela.
If only we could lightup
their darkness occasionally.
Let us never stop
celebrating the light, Cassiel.
The light alone
reveals them to themselves.
What am I now?
- A time...
- Poplars near the house.
- to love...
- Two poplars. They form a gate...
- a time...
- through which one must pass.
- to hate...
- They must grow. The path is so easy.
- a time...
- It maybe long...
for conflict...
but He will forgive
every step youve taken.
a time...
Otherwise the poplars
wouldnt be there.
for peace.
Always two poplars.
One gate.
Come, Path. Now you must be
the only one.
But why cant I come with you?
- Youve got to get well.
- Im well.
And your sore throat?
What a drag!
Why cant we go on Saturday?
That would be a great idea,
if Konrad would remember to eat.
But he forgets that he should eat.
So wear your scarf,
and dont play outside.
I know that.
Im not stupid.
Ill go to my room
and play Gameboy.
I hope thats allowed...
if someone has a sore throat.
Most of us are soboring
because our cities are soboring.
Long ago the nomads
must have been overcome by boredom...
so they said, "Let us build,
here and there and there...
some hideous cities
made of stone...
so that our world-weariness
lies in the squares and streets...
houses and apartments.
Because were empty
and wereallin!
Were all empty and all in. "
Whats that called?
"Chasing the wind... "
Something is needed--
some kind of joy.
Konrad?
Konrad?
Murphy.
"Today is like any other day.
Time goes by much slower. "
What a strange thought!
As if time were painful.
Konrad?
Konrad.
Oh, Hanna.
A hug.
Watch out.
Im covered in oil.
It doesnt matter.
You always are.
Wheres our little sweetheart?
- Shes got a sore throat.
- Now? ln the middle of summer?
Give her lots ofice cream.
Its soothing.
You and your home remedies!
Itll be gone tomorrow.
Yes.
I always gave you ice-cream
when you had a sore throat.
Except once.
Really? Oh, yes!
I had to call the doctor.
I dont remember the reason.
I had diphtheria.
If you need me,
Ill be in the trailer.
Fine.
Hanna?
Old men and their housekeeping!
Young men are even more untidy.
Its just that there are more reasons
to forgive them.
Thats the difference.
Right, you old eagle?
Such nonsense!
Why am I talking to you?
Youre still a young bird...
built in .
Wasnt that just yesterday?
I remember what was going on
in the world when you appeared.
The Anschluss ofAustria,
then the skirmishes...
with the Czechs.
The smell of war
was in the air...
although no one knew
what kind of war.
You were sent to the front...
because of your sliding roof...
which is normally meant
for sunshine and fresh air.
Well...
that assignment wasnt spelled out
in your factory guarantee.
Bing, bang,
you were ready for war time use.
Everything is ready
for war time use...
anytime, anywhere.
Our passengers were
all top brass.
I always said being a chauffeur
is not a job.
Its the only
extra marital relationship...
where you gain nothing.
Drive a customer
down to the Sudeten land...
and back to the city
