:40:06
And no one whom you can ask.
:40:13
lt was a lively place.
Tramways, horse-drawn carriages...
:40:21
and two cars:
mine and that of the chocolate shop.
:40:29
The Wertheim store was here, too.
:40:33
And then suddenly,
the flags appeared.
:40:40
Here...
:40:43
The whole Platz
was covered with them.
:40:48
And the people
weren't friendly anymore ...
:40:54
and the police wasn't either.
:40:58
l will not give up...
:41:02
as long as l haven't found
the Potsdamer Platz.
:41:12
Where are my heroes?
Where are you, my children?
:41:16
Where are my own, the dull-witted...
:41:21
the original ones?
:41:32
Name me, muse,
the immortal singer...
:41:37
who,
abandoned by his mortal audience...
:41:42
lost his voice.
:41:44
He who,
from angel of poetry that he was...
:41:47
became the organ grinder
ignored or mocked...
:41:52
outside,
on the threshold of no man's land.