:03:01
The only thing that existed
was the unconfessed pleasure.
:03:06
But after four days...
:03:11
Just four days,
when I started to hope...
:03:46
From that day on, we met often.
:03:50
We met in a little room Franz rented.
:03:56
See. In these rooms, there are
always little sounds like this.
:04:04
The swish of a curtain, a moth or a fly
that bangs up against the glass.
:04:20
We only notice later,
when it's a memory.
:04:55
What a splendid medallion.
:04:58
Keep it close to your heart.