l hate him, l hate him, l hate him.
Why don't you kill him?
Someone else is taking care of that.
All l do is write letters explaining
that he can't pay his bills.

lf they stop delivering,
he threatens not to pay at all.

So they deliver
until we don't pay again.

Then he calls them
Jewish scoundrels.

A kiss for Lydia.
Someone once said
our lives consist of moments,

moments we recall in the very
last seconds of our lives.

Looking back on my life,
the most important moment
was the summer of 1 922,

the most important time of my life.
A wonderful summer.
Perhaps because l didn't know
what was going to happen.

lt all began in Berlin,
the center of Europe,

the craziest town imaginable.
He sure knows how to stage things.
So nice you're there.
You say that to every woman.
That's a big fat lie!
Sometimes l also say
or at least think:

lt's nice you're there. . .
and not here.

Go to hell!
Mrs. Kremser told me to take along
my fur and lots of warm coats,