1:11:02
And of course the more fireflies
you caught and put in the jar...
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the more impressive and beautiful
the lantern would be.
1:11:09
The problem was you weren't
very good at catching fireflies.
1:11:14
Everytime you reached out for one,
it would suddenly go dark
1:11:17
and then another would light up
somewhere else,
1:11:19
distracting you from
the first one just long enough
1:11:22
to lose track of where it was,
1:11:23
and then you would
go after the second one
1:11:26
and the same thing
would happen all over again.
1:11:29
And again, and again.
1:11:33
Meanwhile, your big brother, Franz,
who was three years older than you,
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would be snaring one
incandescent bug after another.
1:11:41
His jar would be glowing
like a small temple of dreams.
1:11:44
And again and again you
would come up empty-handed.
1:11:49
It drove you into
spasms of frustration.
1:11:54
Finally, in your sniveling,
abject little way,
1:11:58
you'd resort to tears,
raising such a fuss
1:12:00
that your mother
would have to come running outside.
1:12:04
Your poor mother who was spending
a few tranquil moments with your father
1:12:10
drinking his one nightly beer in his
white shirt with the sleeves rolled up
1:12:18
and nine times out of
ten she would settle things
1:12:21
by forcing a reluctant Franz
to part with a few of his fireflies,
1:12:26
so you would have something
to put in your jar, too.
1:12:30
Anything to keep
the brat quiet.
1:12:32
Right, Izzy?
1:12:34
Anything for
a few moments of peace.
1:12:42
What kind of a man are you?
1:12:46
When's the last time you saw Franz?
1:12:50
I don't want to talk about this.
1:12:52
Answer the question.
1:12:55
You have to answer the question.
1:12:58
- I don't know.
- Seven years ago, that's when.