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It's 4 o'clock in the morning, I'm not sleeping.
Two days already, I'm in...
something like a "High".
That's fine.
The problem is, that it's a little hard to sleep.
I have a lot of ideas in my head.
I'm on the way to the synagogue
that is quite in front of my house.
Thats Rabbi Meir Ba'al Ha-Ness.
I was born on his day of death.
No, I'm not like him.
for sure.
Here I used to steal bottles of Arrak.
Did they close it? No. I was here mixing me some cocktail.
But for me it's forbidden
due to the disease.
'cause I'd eat a "big ***" after this.
I don't know if there is sight.
It's a little dark.
And here, of course...
the curtain and the Torah-Scrolls.
I came here in a lot of hard moments in my life,
kissed, bowed myself down
wished and called for...
God, to help.
I'm not coming here anymore.
Sometimes,
to give respect to my father.
I don't know, there is something frightening in this place.
there is something frightening in this place.
I don't know. On the other side,
I'm tied to this place.
How much anger I have
towards this place.
and how much love.
The child of 31 years.
Has a hole in his heart.
Even with open eyes
I don't
see a thing
Subtitles and Translation Felix Papenhagen