Berlin blood

The sun was beginning to rise, a bright red dawn emerging from the horizon. — And you are smart. Julian looked cheerful, but that was only in appearance; he himself was trembling. Killing two people in two hours was not part of his plan. — And what do you intend to do next? — Don’t know. I’ll kill you, although know this: I listened to you a lot and didn’t think that fate would bring us together like this. — Tell me, what kind of life do you want to live? Julian thinks about it. He had never thought about this question, so simple and beautiful, but multifaceted at the same time. Which one? He always wanted to create. Yes, precisely to create: to sculpt sculptures, to give shape to stone, and his works will live and be preserved, just as after his death he wants to live on earth in his works. — I wanted to create. Process stone. And give it the necessary, desired form and later live together with your sculptures and in them. — Why didn’t you follow this path? — Creativity now? Are you joking? Nobody reads books, watches films, and certainly doesn’t go to exhibitions. All sane people are leaving, heading to America. People are dead in soul, but alive in body. We all became dead. And who will look at my work now? People are more likely to sell the last thing they have, spending the proceeds on a newspaper, rather than buy a book or a painting. — Well, you’re wrong. Do you know what helps people live even in times like these? — Creation? — Right. It does not allow us to forget that we are creatures endowed with a soul, and it also needs to be nourished. The world only rests on people like these. That’s why we didn’t fall into madness. “But it’s too late to change anything.” I think that maybe in my next life there will be some joy for me. Perhaps we will all be happy in the future. — It’s never too late to change something. I know you think that you have no place in this world, and both corpses here are proof of that. However, look: not everything is so hopeless, there is a chance that you will escape and start a life somewhere over the horizon, and go where you never thought to go. Believe me, the Universe sometimes shows us something completely different from what we want. Trust her and that’s it. Now there is nothing to lose, and that’s the beauty of the moment. You can have everything. — But… “They are not waiting for you to return, they are not waiting for any of us.” — But where should I go? Everywhere in Europe there is war. It is not only in America, but there are too many of us there — both Nazis and non-Nazis. — Where does your soul want to go? Julian thought and said that most of all he wanted to go to Montenegro — the country of mountains and clouds, the country of love. All Paul could do was wish him luck and give him a map to show him how to get there. Julian looked at Paul, standing up and afraid that he would cross the line that he could not overcome in his soul. Less than fifteen minutes had passed when Paul, leaving the church, heard a shot. He did not turn around, realizing that Julian had shot himself in the head. What happened and why the young man decided to end his life this way, Paul will now only guess. He dragged the body to the others and, laying them in a row, tore the jacket and blindfolded them all. Paul looked at the rising sun and at the photo that now lay in his hands. I need to send a letter to Laura. He left the church again and headed along the embankment, walking around the city. He has a lot to write and a lot to notify his superiors about. He comes to the hotel and goes to bed. The night turned out to be very difficult.