The lamp of the body is the eye;
if your eye is good, your whole body will be full of light;
but if your eye is bad, your whole body will be full of darkness.
(Matthew 6.22)
SO FAR, SO CLOSE!
You...
you, whom we love...
you do not see us...
you do not hear us.
You imagine us in the far distance...
yet we are so near.
We are messengers...
who bring closeness to those who are distant.
We are messengers...
who bring the light to those who are in darkness.
We are messengers...
who bring the word to those who question.
We are neither the light, nor the message.
We are the messengers.
We...
are nothing.
You are, for us...
everything.
Most children's accidents don't happen in traffic.
They happen at home when some medicine lies around.
Naturally, one can always get divorced!
They can't even issue receipts, much less guarantees.
West Berlin looks just like East Berlin. What's all the fuss?
Saying it's colder in the north than in the south-- that's big news!
Yes, the age-old question.
The meaning of life. Why is mankind here?
Such a short moment, compared with eternity.
I wonder, is it better or worse for people not to know their fate?
Better, I think, since they search throughout their lives...
and ponder the purpose of their existence.
Here are some very moving verses...
by our fellow country man...
Fyodor Tyuchev, poet and diplomat.
"Unity...
as proclaimed the world over...
can only be forged...
with blood and steel.
We shall let love show us the way.
Then we shall see which one lasts longer. "
I'm certain that a secure world...
can't be built on blood.
Only on harmony.
We humans-- politicians, philosophers...
actors, workers, farmers...
people of all creeds...
we must agree on this.
If we can agree only on this, we will solve all the rest.
To every thing there is a season...
a time to every purpose under heaven.
There is a time to be born...
a time to die...
a time to kill...
a time to heal...
a time to weep...
a time to laugh...
a time to seek...
a time to keep silent...
How do you cry when you have no eyes?
a time to speak...
Bird's-eye view... soldiers fleeing.
a time to love.
They seem to flee from each other.
If only our tears could help them, Raphaela.
If only we could light up their darkness occasionally.
Let us never stop celebrating the light, Cassiel.
The light alone reveals them to themselves.
What am I now?
- A time... - Poplars near the house.
- to love... - Two poplars. They form a gate...
- a time... - through which one must pass.
- to hate... - They must grow. The path is so easy.
- a time... - It maybe long...
for conflict...
but He will forgive every step you've taken.
a time...
Otherwise the poplars wouldn't be there.
for peace.
Always two poplars. One gate.
Come, Path. Now you must be the only one.
But why can't I come with you?
- You've got to get well. - I'm well.
And your sore throat?
What a drag! Why can't we go on Saturday?
That would be a great idea, if Konrad would remember to eat.
But he forgets that he should eat.
So wear your scarf, and don't play outside.
I know that. I'm not stupid.
I'll go to my room and play Gameboy.
I hope that's allowed...
if someone has a sore throat.
Most of us are so boring because our cities are so boring.
Long ago the nomads must have been overcome by boredom...
so they said, "Let us build, here and there and there...
some hideous cities made of stone...
so that our world-weariness lies in the squares and streets...
houses and apartments.
Because we're empty and we're all in!
We're all empty and all in. "
What's that called?
"Chasing the wind... "
Something is needed-- some kind of joy.
Konrad?
Konrad?
Murphy.
"Today is like any other day.
Time goes by much slower. "
What a strange thought!
As if time were painful.
Konrad?
Konrad.
Oh, Hanna.
A hug.
Watch out. I'm covered in oil.
It doesn't matter. You always are.
Where's our little sweetheart?
- She's got a sore throat. - Now? Ln the middle of summer?
Give her lots of ice cream.
It's soothing.
You and your home remedies!
It'll be gone tomorrow.
Yes.
I always gave you ice-cream when you had a sore throat.