:03:08
Why, Hans? Why?
:03:29
From lmola to Warsaw...
:03:31
Demolished houses, burned fields,
dead horses rotting in the sun.
:03:39
And men, women, children,
piles of corpses.
:03:44
Silent deformed bodies,
bloated and decomposed.
:03:48
We slaughtered everybody!
:03:51
I, too, beat these poor citizens,
who couldn't defend themselves.
:03:55
People screaming,
with their arms up in the air.
:03:59
Was I born for this?
:04:05
I thought my future was building houses,
creating space to live and make love...
:04:10
...but instead I've become
the architect of a graveyard.
:04:18
No, Hans. No!
:04:21
Margherita! Margherita!
:04:56
My God, Hans.
Now here, love me.