All language subtitles for Sanatorium near Klepsydra 1973

The Hour-Glass Sanatorium

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We're nearly there.

How will I find it?

You'll find the way yourself.

I've come a long way. I booked a
room here.

Who should I see about it?

Everyone's asleep. I'll tell the doctor
later.

But it's not night-time for a while
yet.

They're always asleep here. Didn't
you know?

Besides, it's never night-time here.

You'd better wait downstairs...

In the restaurant.

The doctor will see you now.

Where is he?

We received your telegram yesterday.

We sent our coach to the station

but you must have arrived in another
train.

To the station?

Unfortunately, the train service isn't
very good.

How are you feeling?

Is my father alive?

Certainly.

That is, within the limits

imposed by the situation.

For your homeland

and the point of view of you r country

is that your father's dead.

You know as well as I

that this can't entirely be remedied,

his death casts a certain shadow, on
his e existence here.

But father doesn't know, or guess?

Don't worry

Our patients don't suspect

You probably want to see him now.
I'll take you .

We've reserved a bed for you in your
father's room,

As you requested.

The whole trick is that we put back
the clock.

by a certain interval of time

which we can't precisely define.

The whole thing is a question of
relativity.

Here, your father's death is yet to
occur,

in your country,

that same death has already struck
him...

In that case, my father is dead,

or is about to die?

You don't understand

Here we reactivate time past with all
its possibilities,

including the possibility of recovery.

We allow our patients to sleep long
hours,

to spare their vital energy.

Besides, they have nothing better to do.

You should lie down too.

That's all you can do now.

Goodbye.

Bye.

I've come to talk to you.

What's the purpose of all the lies and
gossip

you spread about father?

- What lies? - I know they come from
you.

No. I didn't lie.

You remember very well

how he'd already beg un to go
missing for days.

He avoided us,

and who knows whether he's still
alive somewhere.

I have to know the truth.

Stop tormenting me. You know how
hard it is to talk to him now.

How can I cope all by myself?

How can I answer all the questions

which God keeps asking me?

It's beyond my endurance.

The gravity of his complaints terrifies
me.

- Don't cry. - I have a migraine.

You won't go to school today.

To school, Mother?

I'm not a little boy any more.

Yes, you are. Look at your ink-
stained hands,

and bruised knees.

You're a naughty and obstinate boy.

God knows where you loiter.

Go and wake those good-for-
nothings, those parasites.

The shop should be open soon.

- But... - Stop tormenting me.

I've already told you that Father
travels around as a salesman ,

within the country.

You know he sometimes returns
home at night,

even further away before dawn .

But I'm sure he'll return .

Stop coming and going, sit down.

- Yawning for a little while... - And
having a rest again.

And after you rest,

go to the aunt�s house

to learn wisdom.

From an aunt? Go to hell.

That aunt of yours

doesn't have a teacher, a master or a
boss.

but she's well-off.

What's he talking about?

I was walking

on a lazy man's field...

I was walking across

a stupid man's vineyard...

That's not written anywhere.

Our Lord never said it. Don't listen to
it.

It became

all overgrown with nettles

and thorns covered all his land,

and the stone wall fell to pieces...

Clap your hands

and call His name

In a happy voice

Call his name in happy hymns

and with the sound of the trumpet.

Accompany your praising

Praise Him on a harp.

Praise Him on a zither.

Praise Him on drums and in dance.

Praise Him on strings and flute.

Praise Him with the sweet tones of
cymbals.

Praise Him resoundingly with
cymbals.

Let every spirit praise Him.

Alleluia!

Clap your hands and sing.

Sing .

Sing for the ones of poor spirit.

In h is dream he saw a ladder
standing on the ground,

it's top reaching heaven

and God's angels ascending and
descending it.

Is it possible?

Our little Jozef!

You probably got lost on your way to
school.

Well... Rascals! They're everywhere.

When I go down to buy bread in the
morning

I can't even...

open the door.

They push through, the smallest
gaps.

They try to get into the kitchen.

They cajole me.

They almost wag their tails.

And they go mad when they see a
fire.

They clap their hands and dance like
savages.

They're hopeless at putting out fires.

They're good only for parades.

Who are you talking about?

Those idle firemen.

They become lazy and sleepy at the
end of autumn.

They can sleep standing up.

I think you're prejudiced,

they're nice lads.

An old stove maker once told me
that when he repairs chimneys,

he finds them attached

to the vents

motionless like larvae.

They sleep there drunk with
raspberry cordial.

and whine imploringly: ''Sugar,
sugar''...

I need only cast a glance at them

and their faces immediately swell

with obscene red meat.

In that way, they strengthen their
inner spirit

and renew the colours:

which firemen expel as fireworks.

rockets and Bengali lights.

I won't give them any cordial anyway.

I didn't ruin my complexion cooking
it on the oven,

just so those rascals could drink it all
now.

Unfortunately, Adela,

you never understood things which
rise above the mundane.

Look at this.

Is it possible to grow ones hair to the
ground?

You look completely different,
splendid!

The captain of the rascals.

''I, Anna Csilag, born in Moravia had
poor hair growth...''

I wish mine was like hers.

Would you like some cordial?

- Raspberry? - No, thanks.

Never mind.

By divine will she had been cursed
with poor hair growth.

But with ardent prayers and penance,

the curse was removed from her
head,

and she was graced with
enlightenment.

She received sig ns

and concocted that miraculous
nostrum.

Look here.

These are the brothers,

cousins and friends.

Who's he?

A friend. She brought happiness to
the whole town.

Really?

''Elsa, fluid with a swan .''

It's a miraculous nostrum,

for all illnesses, and infirmation

Where did you fin d this book?

It's been here all the time, just lying
around.

''You're Free To Smoke...

Sexual Neurosis.''

Every day we tear out pages to wrap
meat

for you r father's lunch .

Such degradation of the holy source!

You're late. There's no more cordial.

There's only some rose preserve.

Serve yourself.

Thank you.

It's not a preserve.

It's sweet all the same.

Is your name Jakub?

No, I' m Jozef. My father's name is
Jakub.

I see. That's all right.

Can you get out of there? We can't
talk like this.

- Excuse me a minute. - It's all right.

An important consignment has
arrived,

where can I find your father?

I'm looking for him too.

Let me introduce you.

''Honduras''

and ''Nicaragua'', come closer.

Spotted

That's right, it's spotted A perishable
item.

- Birds of Paradise. - And more.

Belgian hens are best for hatching
them.

Or you can hatch them yourself.

I think I can see your father.

Over there.

Don't you think he's behaving
strangely?

He's demonstrating.

Father!

Beware of these things,

narrow-mindedness, pedantry

and dull pettiness.

Have you never noticed swallows
rising

from between the lines of certain
books,

whole stanzas of quivering swallows?

One should read the flight of these
birds...

Father, listen to me, I've found the
source.

- The Source? - That's right.

Have a look yourself.

Worthless rubbish!

the book...

It's just a myth my son,

a myth we believe when we're young

which we stop believing as we get
older.

In fact, many mere books

can be given a borrowed life.

Each of them has only one moment,

a moment when it soars,

screaming like a phoenix.

All its pages aflame.

Look.

For that sing le moment we love them
ever after,

although they soon

turn to mere ashes.

I wonder why nobody offers us

goldfinches from the Harz
mountains...

''The book is a myth my son.''

''It soars like the phoenix...''

Hyderabad,

Guatemala,

Tasmania, Santo Domingo,

Sierra Leone,

Labrador, Barbados, Trinidad,
Salvador,

Borneo, Sumatra, Pernambuco.

Hipporabundia.

You're talking nonsense. You could
just as well say Panphibrass.

Halleleevah... Abracadabra...

Why do I feel as if I�ve already been
here?

A long time ago...

Don't we, in fact know in advance

every landscape we see during our
lives?

Can something completely new...

ever happen?

Do you understand me?

Something we haven't anticipated?

Answer me.

Did it really happen , or not?

Yes and no.

There are things that can't entirely
happen.

They' re too great,

too splendid to fit into an event.

They just try to happen.

But tell me whether she really
existed.

She did exist,

and nothing can destroy my
certainty.

Don't be afraid. She can't hear us.

This is my dead mother who lives
here.

She's full of g hosts and phantoms,

larvae and chrysalises.

She sleeps with them and takes them
into her dreams.

wakes half-conscious at dawn,

and remembers nothing .

Because she has to live so many lives
on her own.

That's why she's so sad.

Do you know the tale which time
can't change?

Among all the tales there is one,

which you haven't heard

and which the nig ht reclaimed long
ago.

Have you enough patience to listen
to it?

Someone will walk across the sky...

constantly on h is way,

a perpetual traveller.

He'll pass us,

taking long steps.

It will always happen.

over and over...

and over again .

Count on me, Bianca. To the last
drop of my blood.

Then?

A puzzle.

What about her?

She's all gray.

The touch of her hand must be
indescribable.

But what did you see there?

It was colourful and colonial and cast
glances.

Kidnappings, chases, betrayals.

A story about a princess who is
kidnapped and changed.

Exaggeration and invention.

Java,

Sumatra,

Borneo.

If you want I'll propose you as a co-
regent.

Anonymously of course.

With the stamp album we'll form a
triumvirate,

on which rests the burden for this
impenetrable affair.

With the stamp album?

What a naive question! It's a universal
book.

It's a compendium

A compendium of all human
knowledge.

That's why this story will be
interspersed

with dashes, dots and sighs.

But it requires some shrewdness and
imagination.

You r words are becoming gibberish
and nonsensical.

I still had some remnant of regard
for you , as the owner of the stamp
album,

but your envious outbursts set me
against you.

Don't forget that you're dependent
on me.

I have to get to the other side.

Her father is a ship's doctor.

A small steam boat

with wheels on the sides,

awaits her at the pier every night. All
its lights are off.

Don't go there. I have bad feelings.

Don't worry. Though I appear
excited,

I'm also worried.

Isn't it safer to leaf through the
stamp album?

You haven't seen my New Mexico
there.

The main thing is to remember that
no Mexico is final.

Any Mexico hides another of them.

Their death is only superficial.

Their breath is short.

These creatures won't be characters
in novels.

They're only temporary, created for
one occasion.

They were caught red-handed, at the
moment when their obsession,

their madness,

became

the truth .

In other words, a new man was
created,

in the image of a mannequin.

The Anarchist Luccheni, assassin of
the Empress Elizabeth.

And that's Draga, the demonic Queen
of Serbia.

Over there are Edison and Bismarck.

Leather stocking.

This is a young genius,

the pride and hope of his family.

but ruined by addiction to
masturbation.

Unfortunately, they're not authentic.

But we put a lot of effort into their
appearance.

They're pale

with the feverish flush of the
illnesses from which they died.

Now please look

at emperor Franz Jozef.

In his face a certain combination of
wrinkles.

gives him the appearance that he
smiles

Close up, this smile is unmasked. As
a grimace of bitterness and prosaic
plainness.

He had a younger brother

with entirely different ideas and cast
of mind.

The unfortunate antagonist

bore the name

of Archduke Maximilian.

The Emperor loved him

while secretly plotting h is downfall.

First, he appointed him Commander,

in the hope that he'd drown
miserably.

But he soon concluded

a secret alliance with Napoleon III...

(here he is )

who drew him by deceit

into the Mexican adventure.

The young man, full of fantasy and
imagination.

abdicated as heir of the Habsburgs

to fall in the trap

of the French liner ''Le Cid''.

According to one version he was only
a cousin .

According to another, he was never
born,

and was only suggested by the fears
and ravings.

of the Emperor.

We had great problems putting him
back together.

and covering the wounds

after his execution in Vera Cruz.

Unfortunately, he still suffers from
amnesia.

I had to teach him about his life
again,

but I've only succeeded in making
him react to...

Franz Josef.

He reaches for his sword.

He even hurt Victor Emanuel

when he didn't evade quickly
enough.

Bianca

and Maximilian.

It's a simple mechanical trick.

Suitably wound up, he acts as he did
when alive.

A simple mechanical trick, damn it.

A cynic in the tropics.

No, a tropical cynic.

Rudolf said I exaggerate and invent...

They should be in their beds, having
taken their medicine.

They shouldn't be kept up so late on
uncomfortable pedestals.

I can smell curare.

Would you like to see

my collection of weapons?

Well, my intuition has not led me
astray.

Here, in the midst of apparent
legality

things can make ones hair stand on
end.

Who really is Bianca?

Her mother was a Creole girl,

whom Archduke Maximilian called
Conchita.

and with that name she entered
history

through the back door.

Wasn't it her grandmother?

No, the mother.

After Maximilian's fall,

Conchita left with her small daughter
for Paris

where she lived on a widow's
pension .

There, history lost track of that
touching figure.

And now

Let me finish for you.

These matters are confidential.

You'd better watch out and control
yourself.

100,000 pesos.

My business isn't doing well.

You see what an expensive
enterprise it is.

In 1900 a certain Mme de V...

a lady of exotic beauty, left France
with her daughter and husband

on false passports and proceeded to
Austria.

In Salzburg, when changing trains for
Vienna,

the whole family was arrested,

It was remarkable that Mr. de V. was
freed

but he made no attempt

to get his wife and daughter
released.

He returned to France and all trace of
him was lost.

The discovery will be mine.

I'll succeed in identifying that man.

150,000 pesos.

You're intractable. What exactly do
you want?

Your decision will show me

if you understood the new situation.

I demand facts

Stop!

I think Bianca's origin is proven.

Negroes, crowds o f Negroes!

Where are they from at this time of
year?

The barometer must be at a
catastrophic low...

Bianca?

I thought you'd never come.

Sit down.

No, Infanta.

I want to keep the role fate has given
to me,

I want to fulfil my task.

Have you brought me something to
read?

Decrees to be signed.

Daisy, Daisy, tell me the answer, do...

Only barrel-organs!

Technical miracles. They may come
in handy.

I've gone so far, become so involved,

in the dynastic affairs of the greatest
monarchs.

We may have problems.

Plan some betrayal.

- Betrayal? Really? - Yes.

Yes or can you think of something
better?

I don't understand.

It must be a wonderful feeling

to plumb the depths of villainy, and
eliminate consciousness of self.

Think of it,

wouldn't you like to be

so defiled and repulsive for a
moment

but completely renewed?

Do it, do it.

You'll become one of them

one of the dark Negroes.

You induce me to betrayal

now, at this decisive moment.

You're ridiculous with your inflexible
loyalty and missionary zeal.

What if I chose Rudolf?

I prefer him to you , you boring
pedant.

He would be obedient,

and follow me into crime, into self-
destruction.

Rudolf, obedient?

Do you remember Lonka?

You played with her as a child.

Lonka, was me. I was a boy at the
time.

Did you like me then?

Bianca, Bianca...

I feel things are getting confused.

Must you disappoint me too?

Tickets, please.

Conductor.

What's going on here, for goodness
sake?

Calm down. Let's not panic.

We can settle it within our own terms
of reference.

Ordinary facts are arranged within
time,

strung along its lengths

as on a thread.

This is important for any narrative
and succession.

That's fine, but...

what can be done with events

that have no place of their own in
time,

events that have occurred too late,

after the whole of time has been
allocated?

Could time be too narrow to
encompass all events?

There are branch lines of time.
Somewhat illegal and suspect.

But when dealing with events that
can't be recorded,

one cannot be too fussy.

Perhaps even now,

while we mention it.

the doubtful manoeuvre is already
behind us

and we are proceeding into a cul-de-
sac.

But how can one get out of here?

You can try again under the bed.

Excuse me, I have to go.

Coward.

I hope to come back here again.

Coward!

It's you.

You don't look too well.

Everything is muddled up, Father.

One needs such patience to find the
right meaning...

in this tang le.

It can be achieved by a careful
grammatical analysis.

Can be very useful.

Phrases and grammar... I, you, he,
we, you, they.

Father, I remember!

To find ones g rain of time,

one must eliminate the seductive
cross chatter of the birds,

their pointed adverbs and
prepositions.

their skittish pronouns,

and slowly make oneself a grain of
time.

A healthy grain of time

Books of legends,

books that have never been written,

enormous epics, pale and
monotonous.

novels without a title,

giants without a face,

dark texts written for the drama of
the evening clouds.

Wandering and lost books...

in partibus infidelium...

You've had so much work lately.

I've seen your light on late at night.

Try, maybe you can do it.

Fascinating.

The most beautiful one I've ever
seen.

Remember, Paradise a Apoda.

or The Bird of Paradise.

Cardinalis cardinalis.

Chrysolophus Pictus.

Upupaepops.

I'd like you to take something with
you...

Whatever, take just a pinch of
something

and run it in your blood

make it part of your life, save it.

And live with it.

Come in, come in!

Go now. They're looking for you .

I don't want them to disturb me. Go
now.

Look at you,

all covered in spider-webs.

Your coat torn .

You've been in the attic again.

The shop assistants are thieves. We
sell only on credit,

and you don't care.

Take it to the shop, Father must be
hung ry.

To the shop!

They're looking for you.

It's hot.

Who's looking for me?

The shop assistants, especially
Teodor.

They'll climb the ladder again, up
and down.

Oh, Jozef!

I wish you had been born earlier.

Come on.

Show it to them.

Show it to them. Scare them.

But Holofernes was a man.

I kept her in bortsch

so she'd look good.

I'll buy her.

It's not for sale.

If the head's in the shop it's for sale.

I'll buy it.

Father.

Take it away. There's no room here.

Stop bothering me. I'm too busy.

Jakub merchant.

Father.

Wake up Jozef.

I know you're exhausted, but only a
few more steps...

You're sick and you're not looking
after yourself.

He's coming. Can you hear?

I know him very well

since my childhood.

I remember him in school, he
disgusted me that egoist,

devouring dozens of buttered rolls.

Go and meet him. So he doesn't
think I ignored him.

If I'm not mistaken this is Jakub's
son , Jozef.

Let the sky over your heads be
always blue

and the ground under your feet
moist with dew.

I didn't need to say it.

You can hear them buzzing like in a
beehive.

It's only deception and regrettable
mystification.

Mother complains that people buy
only on credit.

- What did he say? - Credit...

I must have misunderstood.

They sell on credit.

I don't want to hear that word.

Why do you keep bowing?

Lend us you r ear listen to the wise
men,

and give your heart to my
knowledge.

I sold only for cash.

We must help others,

but also carefully avoid

letting ourselves fall.

Your land will enjoy seven years of
prosperity.

It was Seipel, the christian, if I am
not mistaken, and his sons.

Spinners and mechanical weavers.

A rich man who works gathering
assets,

rests surrounded by his riches.

A poor man who works scavenging
for food,

becomes a pauper in the end.

Come on...

She stopped coming to the park.

They smelled the danger, they must
be guarding her.

It's a complete lie! Extra territorialism.
Maximilian.

Mexico, plantations. Stop!

Who told you that?

The files concerning that plot were
never released.

After all, I'm the owner of the stamp
album,

and I won't lend it to you again.

I must admit this story seems
improbable. Even un believable.

What do you think, Rudolf?

Whose mind conceived that evil idea,

exceeding all imaginable fantasies?

I'm amazed myself.

End of partnership.

I'll manage without you

I undertook to prove to myself that it
was all true.

Where's Mr. de V?

He's gone away.

We'll see if this is so. Where's the
In fanta?

Her Highness left too. They've all
gone away.

I have no doubt. Get out.

Someone must have betrayed me.

A horse, gentlemen, in a horse.

Gentlemen, I've troubled you
unnecessarily.

These people are free,

and can proceed freely and
unmolested.

In my blindness I undertook to
comment on the text,

to be the interpreter of God's Will.

In my false belief I pursued scanty
evidence

and related it to an unspecified
person.

Allow me, my friend.

Noble gentlemen,

and you, Infanta!

I'm giving up the regency in favour of
Rudolf,

I'm abdicating completely.

You're free, gentlemen.

I thank you in the name of our idea...

our dethroned idea...

which, in spite of everything ...

Hurry up!

Hurry!

Father! Father!

Call Garibaldi, an old hand. He knows
about wounds.

Bianca.

Bring a stretcher!

Hurry, the stretcher!

This night is truly fatal.

I hadn't foreseen it.

In reality, a noble heart beat in h is
chest.

I have wronged him.

It's your duty, Rudolf, to comfort
Bianca,

to redouble your love, to replace her
father.

Yes.

You'll no doubt want to take him.

Let's form a procession .

Form a procession!

Form a procession!

One more thing, Rudolf.

It should be my task

to provide for these homeless heroes
in their old age.

but unfortunately I'm a pauper.

How much?

10.000.

- 5.000? - No.

12.000.

Gentlemen, after what's happened

no board at any waxworks, will ever
admit you.

As you have no practical skills.

my friend has made a donation for
the purchase

of twelve barrel organs.

You will play for people

all over the world

for their pleasure.

And now,

dear friends and noble gentlemen,

join me in this wish, for the newly
married.

Long live the bridal couple!

Farewell Gentlemen,

and heed the warning in what you' re
about to see.

Never attempt to guess

at divine interventions.

Ignorabimus, gentlemen.

Ignorabimus.

Are you Jozef, Jakub's son?

I think so.

Haven't you, some time ago,

dreamed the usual dream of the
biblical Jozef?

Perhaps.

Do you know that the dream

has been severely criticized in the
highest places?

I wont answer it.

Yes, Sir.

You're under arrest in the name of
His Majesty.

I'm at your disposal.

His Majesty's Bureaucracy is very
slow.

I have surpassed that early dream.
With more serious actions

which I wanted to expiate by suicide.

Yes this obsolete dream is going to
save my life.

Don't cry.

I have a migraine.

Come on, I'll get some tea.

Is Adela at home?

She went away for America.

Went away...

She went by ship, and it sank.

Everyone died.

We've heard nothing of her since
then.

And Father...

Where is he?

He left many times

but always temporarily never finally.

It had its benefits.

That's how he prepared us

for his ultimate departure.

Take me to him.

All right.

I also think it's time you saw him.

The shop is gone too.

I still go there sometimes to sell the
remnants...

but keep the shutters half closed.

Here was one of those men

over whose sleeping face God passed
His hand.

So that they know what they don't
know.

They become speculative...

and suspicious.

Under their closed eyelids

pass the images...

of distant lands.

And the man will go to the house of
eternity.

And people will cry, wandering in the
streets,

until the silver rope breaks,

and the golden ribbon shrinks.

And the buck et breaks over the
water.

And the wheel of the well cracks.

The ashed will return to the earth
from which they rose.

I'm so glad you've come, Jozef.

What a surprise!

I feel so lonely here.

But I shouldn't complain in my
situation.

I've been through worse things.

I must tell you something .

But don't laugh.

I've rented premises here for a shop.

Don't imagine anything grand.

Back home I'd be ashamed of such a
stall,

but here we've had to give up

so many of our pretensions. Don't
you agree, Jozef?

And so one manages to live
somehow.

I must have broken the spring.

I see you're sleepy.

Go back to sleep, then.

You can't imagine how difficult it was
to get credit.

How little the people here

trust the old merchants.

Merchants with a respectable past!

Do you remember the optician's shop
in the mark et square?

Our shop is right next door to it.

There's no sign over it yet, but you'll
find it.

You'd better wear a coat.

I couldn't find it in my trunk, they
forgot to pack it.

Please take my coat.

Sit down.

You're so sick, and you're not
looking after yourself.

Don't interrupt me. Can't you see I'm
busy?

There's a letter for you .

It's on my desk among the papers.

Imagine, on my very first day here

I was served an excellent fillet of beef

with mushrooms.

It was an hell of a piece of meat.

I must warn you.

Beware if they should ever serve you
a fillet of beef.

The fillet

of beef...

I can still feel fire in my stomach.

And the diarrhoea after diarrhoea...

I could hardly cope with it.

Take, for instance, a roast

with a kind of pat� stuffing in natural
gravy.

We needn't do without anything here.

We can afford a feast as fine as any
in the city.

An angel, a boy in a million.

You must admit he's charming.

Have you got a light?

Even schoolgirls here

wear their ribbons in a characteristic
way.

If you just cast a glance at one of
them.

you encounter that voluptuous look

which thrills us

with its delightful certainty.

I have to see the doctor immediately.

He's just gone to the restaurant.

I've just been there.

I meant to say he's in the operating
theatre.

It has to be admitted that we've been
trapped.

The management of the sanatorium

has not taken the trouble to give us
even the illusion of proper care.

We're simply le ft to our own devices.

I can't get a bed, not to mention
clean linen.

Your enigmatic and discreet looks

are simply mystification .

I feel a strong desire to open each of
those doors

and expose the intrigue in which
we've been involved.

You'd better have a sleep. You can
hardly stand.

Ah, Jozef, Jozef...

I've been lying here without any
attention.

The wires have been cut.

No one comes to see me.

No one can even...

bring me a cup of tea.

And my own son

has left his very sick father

to run after girls in the town.

Jozef,

you should come to the shop more
often.

The shop assistants are robbing us.

The shop will go to ruin...

It will be left to run itself.

Look how my heart is thumping.

I'm losing my energy.

Jozef,

was there any

mail from home?

Doctor!

You're not looking well. Take off your
jacket.

I'll examine you.

Your agitated state is quite
understandable.

You r body and especially your
nervous system

have to adjust to the new conditions.

I was an idiot for letting myself, go
misled

by skilful advertising ,

of sending my father here.

''Have time be back...''

It sounded good. But what does it
come to in reality?

Here, does one get the full value of
time?

It's used-up time, worn out by other
people,

frayed.

It's regurgitated time second-hand
time.

Whatever the conditions of your
father's existence.

You are able to talk to him

to be with him.

You should be infinitely grateful to
the doctor.

Enough of this. Space is for human
beings.

You can swing about in space, turn
somersaults

jump from star to star, but please
don't tamper with time.

The main problem is the quick
decomposition...

Time.

We all know that time,

this undisciplined element,

only holds itself precariously within
bounds,

thanks to increasing and meticulous
regulation.

Free of this vigilance it begins to do
tricks,

doesn't it?

You should take better care of
yourself.

Wear warmer clothes.

To start with,

you need more exercise, and then
we'll see.

Well, chin up.

Luckily in fact, Father is no longer
alive,

so he can't really be reached.